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.