No clouds
Clear blue
Green grass
Approaching, I can smell the scene
Tall trees
No breeze
Trunk seats
Followed by blackberry treats
Small talk
Greetings
Souls smiling
Eye to eye meetings
White butterfly flew by three times
Silently a muntjac creeps
Ahead of us unseen
Hoofed feet tread gently on the dock leaves
Nettles rise up on meadows
Reeds in dried up streams
Oaks and holly between, glistening
Ivy climbs high and binds the beech
Life seems and is, complete
With wooden fences
And squirrels dashing by
Outside.
Fin.
By Samantha unextraordinarybint Harris.
Thanks for reading.
