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Across the valley the gentle meadows lay
The lush grass would grow and then become hay
But for now on guard the poppies stood
Their masses formed lakes of deep red blood. 

Battalions of olive trees standing still
Stretch across the landscape from hill to hill
In the bright summer sun this sight never stops
Until beneath the horizon the blazing orange ball drops.

The forest stands through seasons galore
Proud oak, elm, ash, beech and sycamore
Naked skeletons of trees are there to be seen
Until their bodies are clothed in shades of green.

Winter’s gloom gives way to the hopes of spring
Mating swallows and swifts soar, swoop and sing
Early blooms are marshalled to answer their call
See bright yellow carpets of daffodils all.

A becalmed ocean to the horizon reaches
Nothing stirs and no sign of any beaches
A cloudless sky touches its watery friend
Thus a rich blue palette is formed in the end.

High on the tops the rugged moors stood forlorn
Then snow and fog are vanquished in the new dawn
A warming sun nurtures the moistened peat
And with it heather casts her violet sheet.

Nature’s colours of red, orange and green
And yellow, blue and violet will soon not be seen
They converge to form one uniform light
For in the winter the land is simply snow white.

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