I sit on the hilltop high above the vale,

Occasional white balls of cloud

Sail so gently passed me,

Painted with natures brush,

On a canvas of pale blue.

I look down the valley

At the vista that the artist has created.

I see greens of many shades,

The deep green on the leaves of trees,

Interspersed with the lime greens in fields.

The vast panoply so varied;

The splashes of yellow

Intermingled with browns and red

Of earth and clay, natures birthplaces,

Covering the valley before me.

The river, meandering majestically below,

Sparkling from the beams of light

Passed down from the golden sun.

The river, like a moving brush,

Sending succour and colour to the fields.

Nature’s canvas set out all around me

For me to enjoy in this world;

And the symphony of birdsong

Adding to the natural art

Which I cherish with love and wonder.

Alongside My River I walk,

Meandering slowly,

Looking around,

Listening to the sounds,

The sounds of nature.

The quacks of the ducks,

The absolute silence of the swans

Gliding passed on the clear green,

The clear green water.

The sound of woodpigeons

Squawking from the trees,

The occasional “teacher, teacher”

As the Great Tits call.

I look into My River

There I can see fish

Swimming gently,

Gently amongst the green leaves,

The green leaves of the plants.

The plants swaying gently,

Swaying gently in the water.

I walk with joy

Knowing that the wonder of Nature

Will always be there,

Be there to raise My Spirit

That is within me,

And will be for eternity.

I look up into the morning sky,
The blue interrupted by white,
The white of the clouds.
In the height clouds just flow,
Flow slowly and gently by.
But beneath those clouds are others
As if in a morning rush hour,
Hurrying over the sky
As if late for an appointment.
But strangely in their rush
They are going the other way.
If I were a cloud I would want to be
One of those clouds on high,
Gently moving against the rush,
Moving the other way,
To those below me.

Each day starts earlier
As the darkness becomes shorter
And the light comes swifter,
Swifter into our lives.
I arise from my slumber
Into the morning
And out into nature’s realm.
I walk down the road,
Walk towards the wood
And it is all around me,
The vibrant colours of new life
Painting a new artwork
Into my life,
Each one unique.
I walk passed the blackthorn,
Whose bright white flowers
Belays its name.
As I reach the wood life stirs.
The birds gathering twigs and moss
Lining their nests for new life,
And their songs pervade my mind
As nature’s symphony assails my soul,
Bringing music to my heart.
New life abounds around me
As nature’s glory shows me,
Shows me that spring arises.

I walked over the green land
And there it was before me,
The lake,
The lake that I would walk around,
Not just walk around
But cast a line into the water.
I put the fly on the line
But stopped,
Stopped and listened,
Listened to the silence,
That silence only interrupted
By the sounds of nature.
I became one with nature.

I cast my line on the water
And watched the line
Floating on the surface,
The fly sank,
I gently pulled the line
Dragging the fly slowly
Hoping for a fish to bite.
I looked about me
At natures glory,
The young swan slowly swimming,
The ducks and coots
Both with their young.
The sedate grebe
Passing in absolute majesty.
I walked around the lake
Casting my line,
Hoping for a fish.

It was not my turn today,
But I did not care,
As once more,
I was at one with nature.

 

The rumble was in the distance,
Light flashed though the sky,
I was woken from my sleep.
The light intensified,
The dark sky became light
As the flashes increased,
Increased in number,
Increased in luminosity,
Until it was almost like day.
The noise increased,
Like a bass drum crescendo,
Until the bass was replaced
By the crack of a whip,
Magnified by the amplification
Of a Black Sabbath concert.
I stood watching and listening
As light and noise became more intense.
I seemed to be in the middle,
In the middle of nature’s anger,
As she vented her ire
On the world around me.