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.