I reach the top of the hill,
The wonder of the natural world
Stretches out around me.
So many colours to be seen
From the wonder
That is in nature’s palette
On this fine autumn day.
The myriad shades of green,
So different but the same,
Spotted in white as sheep graze.
The browns of tilled earth,
Irregularly place amongst the green.
The yellows of uncut corn waiting,
Waiting to be sheared and stacked.
The woods with their glorious colours
As autumn paints the leaves
With yellows, oranges and reds.
I look up and see the blue sky
With individual white clouds
Sailing across them,
And the sun shining low,
But so bright highlighting all.
This world of nature’s artwork,
So wonderful,
So wonderful to me,
Pulls me to it knowing,
Knowing that one day,
I will be part of it,
Part of the artist,
That paints this wonderful world.