Goldfinch60

At One With Nature Once More.

Once more I step out onto the lawn,

Croquet mallet in my hand.

It had been a few weeks since I played,

The weather was so bad

The lawns needed protecting,

But came the day when work was done

And we prepared the lawns

For a new time to play,

And here I was hitting balls once more.

The wind was blowing hard

But it was dry.

The balls sailed across the lawn

Bringing joy to us all.

And then I stopped,

Stopped and looked around,

The beauty of Nature all around.

The green hills on the horizon,

The trees swaying all around the meadow.

The vast meadow of which we are part.

It was so wonderful to be at one,

At one with Nature once more.