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My Own little corner.

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A keen wind whistles through the fen,
Branches bend and sway in the breeze.
Clouds peek over the heads of the hills,
Hills walling in the vale where I sit.
Leaning back on a boulder I rest,
As clouds of myriad shapes sail o’erhead.
A squirrel scampers past, tail uplifted,
While in the sky an eagle scouts for prey.
The sun dips below the shoulder of the hills,
Leaving behind a cool and pleasant breeze.
Green glints the grass in the fading light,
Bushes thickly branched, screen my left.
A path snakes away on the other side,
Filled with people rushing by in haste.
People, who cannot, at nature’s wonders, stare,
People, who have not, any time to spare.
Deaf they remain, to the avian orchestra,
Blind they are, to the giant easel in the sky.
Stuck in their tightly clamped lives,
They cannot feel the joys of the wild.
My own corner is open to the sky,
Lit up by the sun, moon and the stars.
Open to the creatures wild, little and large,
And lined by trees, shady, cool and green.
I lie back in my corner on the lea,
Breathing in the breeze from the hills.
Rain clouds, grey, fill and darken the sky,
From them a curtain of rain soon descends.
I lie back and take in the new born scent,
The lovely scent of the earth, moist and warm.
Thankful I am for a little corner of my own,
My corner, where I rest my weary self.
A day shall come when I walk in the glades,
The glades stretching away to my right.
The day shall come when I leave my corner,
And walk in the glades of the ageless wild.

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