Away from the cities, far off beaten roads.
Stillness surrounds, the quiet humble abodes.
The webs, the dens, the warrens and the nests.
Step over the threshold, be natures guest.
Yonder the footpath and over the fences.
Away from the chaos and human pretences.
Clamber over the sty, walk over the field.
Approach the trees and the brook they concealed.
Chirps and chimes, breeze and rustle, natures song fills the air.
The birds and the bees, living life without care.
The brook babbling on, forever and always in motion,
Modest the beauty of nature’s creation.
So, let go of your worries, take time to digress.
Undo the tension, your fears and distress.
Get far from the city, go yonder the fences.
Walk over the fields, let down your defences.
Let beauty surround you, put down your phone.
Observe life we forget, so wrapped up in our own.
Copyright © Sarah Clarke | Year Posted 2019
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