Countryside View

Green broccoli hills, Swaying daffodils. A tall tree of oak, Hedged by hawthore just like a cloak. The sparkling canal with a colourful barge, How do you steer something so long and so large. There's a wispy smoke trail, floating away in the sky, With a million leaves gently blowing by. The afternoon goes to evening, and the light begins to wane, Then tomorrow I'll watch the scene again from behind my window pane.