Nature's Colour Spectrum

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.