Poets Lines Painters Brush

The dawn mists depart The sun rises from its velvet cape Birth is given and life to start Across the land a dew doth drape The night world retreats and hides Darkly shapes sleek to lowly shade The Owl to sleep in silent glides And the Badgers night is all but played The suns warmth and gentle rays Flowers open and take the dew That gift of colour on summer days Bears the calm of splendid view Seeds and pollen dance the air Blackbird sings with love in mind With natures love and endless care A garden song and peace will find Hedgerows bloom in multi hue Blossoms glint and gild the eye Reds and yellows, pinks and blue Flood the senses as time floats by Trees of green, fields of corn Field mice run the Falcons claw Speedy stoop and life is torn Natures pages read in awe In the wild, life it lives The poets pen writes its line The painters brush, the colour gives Peace be mine as they both entwine