Flickering under the morning light, you may find
a maze of silver ferns.
Amongst the branches, it’s easy to hear:
the sound of an agile Fantail,
the whistling of a Kereru’s wings,
and the chant of many others.
In such Sanctuary
and the hues of green are multiplied.
Spotted here and there,
humble tributes to a forgotten trinity
disguised as trail indicators.
Bending to the afternoon light, you may find
… on my way over the mountain.
more information on this exemplar ecological project here