Eventide

This peaceful sun kissed vibrant coppice,
Is Heaven to the roaming stroller,
Shafts of light dart 'cross leafy pathways,
Shadows dance twixt trees and bushes,
swallows swoop flying wild and free,
Blue sky displays just feathered cloud,
Loves emotions stir his heartbeat,
Eventide comes to call,

Just time to cross the stile, reach lakeside,
Where the Mother Swan glides with her cygnets,
The blood red sunset beyond the hilltop,
Adds a tinge of colour to her pearl plumage,
Fox cubs play round an old oak tree,
As Roe Deer slake their evening thirst,
And differing shades of green abound,
He marvels imagery, unique in nature,

The inescapable march of time,
Takes its toll this precious day,
As dusk unfolds the sun is gone,
A gold full moon lights up the sky,
Highlighting a night-time summer shower,
Another twist in quirkly nature,
The stroller listens to the gentle rain,
And late this night he drifts away.

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