Sea of ferns

I came back to London on the train through one of England's most famous forests. For some reason it stopped on the way, and I was unexpectedly surrounded by lots of green ferns and purple foxgloves. Good! This is the feeling around me that I am missing when I'm back with the city people. Grey and shut in, they pass me by like ghosts when all the time the green is calling them to reach out their tendrils to light...and other life.