Countryside and freedom
Trees are magnificent and well worth a dialogue, rooted as they are in history.
Yes I do talk to trees
No I am not mad by my estimation
Maybe a mad man's claim?
I do talk to trees daily
Is that so insane?
Hello trees I say in the wood
A choir answers as I pass
Old trees and saplings
Sopranoes and profundo bass
I have several individual trees
Who are very clever indeed
One oak in particular
Whose advice I always heed
The pines are a little edgy
They fear the chain saws edge
They constantly moan their worries
To some hawthorns in a hedge
One really talented individual
Is a very old chestnut tree
Who always says a big hello
And recites flowing poetry
Most trees I know are happy
Content with their lot
Want to be left alone to grow
To be settled in their plot
Yes I talk to trees
You all should try this today
But be prepared, they answer
So do not run away
Green conifer against the oranged trees of the coming of Autumn
Skylark
A grey leaden sky
The air smooth close
Waiting the coming storm
So still
That the tall grasses where I lay
Are absolute in their pose
Frozen in this time
I too hardly dare take breath
Do not want to break this spell
Like magic
A bird rises
Piercing the atmosphere
With a sudden mighty voice
Challenging the force of nature
With a perfect crescendo
Of such strength
Such perfection
A contrast
A surprise
A need fulfilled
A boyhood memory
A rekindled scene
