The Haze

One day high up on the moors the sun was starting to rise I thought at first I could see lakes and in the distant sea. Then realised I was above the clouds. It was peaks of hills that poked their heads out over the haze. It was like a new land showing itself bathed by sunlight I looked around in amazement. Gradually things came into focus valleys appeared like magic each one with its own splendour Deer and ponies grazing below me' Birds singing in tree tops close by A stream fills the lake and fish leaping so full of joy and life for the new day I sat, watched, delighted by all the sights. The clouds rolled by, lifting up higher I was truly right above it all, on top of the world As I drove home I dropped down lower and lower to the bottom of the valley under the clouds. The rain clouds lashed at me no sunshine here it did not clear just more and more cloudy rain. Yet I knew that on the top of Exmoor It was a bright sunny day no rain up there