Edale

I sat alone in the meadow The fields so green and pure A world so soft and tranquil You must agree I’m sure The evening sun was setting Just higher than the trees Whose leaves were gently blowing Against the summer night’s breeze The trickling sound of water Flowing in the streams Foxes drinking gingerly So beautiful it seems The sheep were bleating softly And the pheasants flying low The grazing cows so docile And the leaping of the doe The scent of a summer’s evening And the countryside’s pure smell An atmosphere so tangible A place I know so well.