Nature the Artist

Where nature the artist has dipped her brush A myriad of shapes and colours I see, I cannot but be touched by the beauty Of life’s canvas spread out before me. Trees decked out in greens and yellows, Crowning glories framed against a sky Of soft pastel blue/pink colour wash With small patch of cloud scudding by. As I look out now over the river I see the water ripple in gentle flow. Soon we will be in the heart of London So I’ll enjoy this peace now then watch it go..... Horns beeping. Fists shaking. Cursing under breath. Cars dodging, Heart thumping. Dicing with death. People scurrying, Pushing,squashing, Hot stifling air. Buildings crowding. Noise deafening, Hubbub everywhere. And yet..... Trees on the pavement,flowers in a window box, There in the midst of the cities din Are subtle traces of nature the artist. Bringing me back to myself and that peace within.