Bulwarks, forest inhabitants mixed in with the tree branches and leaves and everything else. sometimes they speak. a mirthful blend of rhymes and sometimes they carry handfuls of colorful fruits. limes and plums and oranges. a juicy concoction when squeezed. or turned into colorful balls they play with, until one lands on you. looking up I always know they are around when that happens. a particular bulwark had a conversation with me. it was quite long and for the rest of the day I was happy. (A playful way to speak with children about the forest) Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved