Natures Secrets Behind Hedges

Nature hangs sparkling green curtains all around the fields and the meadows along its edges, From great tall trees that sway in summer breezes everywhere including tiny little hedges, Its hides her secrets well, like a mother, protecting them from some people and prying eyes, Guarding her world like a woman warrior away from any chance of danger and any rude surprise, Her hidden beauty is behind the thick curtains made of thorns and nettles, rivers, anything, Then from each thicket comes a quiver of birds weaving through trees and taking to the wing, This wonderful renascence is spectacular and repeating itself back to when world was created, Sunshine smiling across open land, flowers for our bees the spring appears the land is elated. When all is ready she draws the veils and shows us her most magnificent pictures in her troves, Trees are white with blossom the ground is a woven carpet and flowers spring up in their droves, Soft breezes diffuse the most delicious smells and the sun is spreading from mountain to dales, Looking down on everything, wide wild meadows, wet water mead's and dense clefts it never fails, In the sun the nightingale fly's from the south the voice of the turtle is heard in their home, The swallow comes from the shore and the rich garden of China where it build it's nests of foam,