The Air Is Alive With Skylarks Singing Part 1

....inspired by 'Poem in October' by Dylan Thomas The air is filled with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadows and the pliant pasture, crisp and clear, like God's first measure of a holy hymn. The air alive with songs of praise, the gentle winds a sacred message, the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. His grand prescription, like a dream that streams out from the pillows of the heavens. I liked to wander by the sea shore, skipping stones, disobeying laws of gravity. A sudden shower would see me running fancy free, between the rain drops, I cried 'Excelsior!' and set the hills alive; I skittered, happy as a lamb on shaky legs and tumbled freely, without care, 'til gasping, I would stop to catch my breath. The halcyon days of youth came true, when I would race forever 'neath the tawny sun, bedaubed in Autumn blood, the flame, a blend of hues the likes of which would make a young boy doubly blind, and lead him into kingdoms where the battlefields would blister scarlet, happy times that made me see my childhood clearly. The weather turned again, and shanties high atop the hillside loomed like castles drifting in the sea-blown mist, the noise of boats, their nets pulled, nudging at the jetty. From the sand the village was a hazy spectre, the chapel steeple peeking like Rapunzel's lair, her hair a daydream falling soft, O fanciful imagination!