NATURES VIEW BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Natures View

By Fiona Cummings

Wild winds blew

Such a wonderful view

Blades of grass

Framed a narrow path

Boulders covered in moss

Have to be careful not to get lost

No lights around

Rugged ground

 Silence is a wonderful sound

Are these days

For the modern ways

Is such a haze

A foggy blur

Icy fingers

Point to footprints of what was once there

The soul lingers

Spirit features

All around me

Its aerie

But I love this

Nature is like your first kiss

As though to be deprived

You would miss

All the beauty that has been tried

And beyond that now

Ask yourself how?

Each time you look around here

There is newness near

Perhaps to fear

Although admire too

What an amazing view

Birds fly

 With such grace

Leaving a trace

In the sky

One has to ask why?

Such nature was given to us

Without a fuss

It’s so beautiful

Though dutiful

Each leaf has a purpose

Among the rough terrain

Grows a rose

How it got there

No one knows

Drinks from the rain

Feeds from the sun

Stands alone

As white as a dove

As though to reach high above

Like it’s an honour to be there

Without a care

Knowing of its high importance

Thorns clinging onto a fence

Battered is the wood

How long has it been there?

Used to separate

And I’m sure a chair

For the view from that patch

Is of one I have never seen before

Distant valleys

Tunnels without a door

Open for the elements to roar

Winds howl like whistling kettles

Evil poison from needles of nettles

Smell the earth

Beneath my feet

It’s like the birth

Of your first child

Or first time you and your love meet

So wild

So baron

An yet picturesque

An old tree so statuesque

With mistletoe hugging, the limes are caressed

This land was left to us

A gift, a bequest

And we ought to respect

Allow Mother Nature to rest

Standing here is the best

It’s free from hell

And I want to keep it a secret

So please don’t tell

Of this wild unspoiled countryside

That wants to be left and hide

I don’t blame it as so would I?

To rip up the flowers that has been here for years

Is enough to reduce the hardest person to tears?

  To chop down the trees

Acting like canopies

Kept me dry in the rain

This land is  for wildlife

So leave it to the birds

The bees

The herds

The rabbits and the fox

Badgers and rocks

Full of character and history

Unsolved mystery

These are words

From me to you

All about natures view

  Copyright Fiona Cummings 2014