Well here it is my favourite nature spot, my home.
I live in a rural area surrounded by fields and trees. It is my favourite nature spot, just to walk and lose myself and feel at one with mother nature.
field at dusk.
A field at dusk, sleeping awaiting the dawn to breathe silently,
Motionless, flowing unseen in rays of light,
It dances as the wind and sings on our celebration tongues.
My hands are coloured with the open flesh
Of a furrowed field, an earthen brown
Clings to thumb and finger nail.
My knees are lost in high pasture,
as I stand absorbing scenery to soothe my soul,
slight rustles of grass draw notice to unseen wild life.
Muted greens and subtle shades of dark
clothe me, bless my skin, I am their child,
bare trees twists anticipating the birth of foliage,
smells of seasons in cycle change,
an intoxicating fragrance drives my mind into states
of euphoria. Here I am at my most tender, open and tranquil.
"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? "
"Here chewing your tail is joy"
"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time".
[This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 05-25-2000).]