One is listening,
To the words carried in the breeze,
Watching the limbs,
Dancing with the wind,
Music made by the leaves,
With drifting clouds,
Floating by,
High above the canopy,
With daffodils,
A carpet of yellow,
Spread over the woodland ground,
With a chorus of birds,
Flying free,
In nature's play ground,
A waterway runs it's course,
With a flash of blue,
The kingfisher is around,
Angling on his fishing ground....
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Stover Country Park May 2025 Akn |