Natures Balm

Breeze in my face, I no not my destination, Walking only where my feet will take me. A frown creases my brow in concentration, In the hope I may see things more clearly. The soft lush grass underfoot stretches out, Like a carpet, the meadow of life lays ahead. At one with the landscape, no one else about, Totally at the mercy of my feet and their tred. As the grass turns to marsh, soggy under foot, The smell of pond life assaults my senses. Dragonflies buzz, their colours change as I look, And the wind gently stirs the rushes. Not far from view a picture of beauty awaits, As water boatmen battle across the murky water. An idle Kingfisher sits and contemplates, And the herons wade out even deeper. The sun beats down savage and bright, Prisms of light dance upon the surface. A dazzling sight, turning the murk to light, Totally untouched, simply perfect. The day idles on, no disturbance, still calm, Entranced I am reluctant, and linger still. Totally refreshed, healed inside like a balm, Caught up in this place, I feel real! ©.L.Kelly