Through the green sprouting shoots of the warm tilled earth
We’d tread the muddy furrows by the excited lark
And climb the nearing stile to where the ewe gave birth
The lamb’s joyous dance would soften the hardest of hearts
Then on through shaded trees and as softly as we could
Descending to the valley overgrown and out of sight
Past the sun-baked nettles and the flitting speckled woods
To smile at spring-born rabbits tumbling over in play-fight
We’d rest by the river where the stealthy pike can go
Deep by the reeds that choke the old stone-built bridge
And gaze in the mysterious water\'s steady, endless flow
A king fisher, like an arrow, diving from the river’s edge
Through the cool lengthening shadows of the now waning day
We’d stroll along the quiet, winding, honey-suckled lanes
The cows would rub their necks and watch us pass along our way
Our shining, laughing eyes. Our senses brought alive again
Later, with our minds sweetly drenched from nature’s riches
We’d sit in contemplation at the follies of our world
And ask what further jewels could be in anyone\'s wishes
Than the ones that nature lovingly gives us to behold?