The shadow of the great oak grows long
Over a field striped by a farmers plough,
A protective lark warbles a warning song,
Shielding its young on the great oaks bough.

Alongside the tree runs a maroon hedgrow
Shading life with its rambling tendrils,
A hedgehog family shelters in the undergrowth
While a squirrel shows off its nut-hunting skills.

Colours as resounding to the eye
As a ripple of church bells is to the ear,
A symphony on the canvas of life,
A classical arrangement of shades so clear.

Circling the majestic tree is a kestrel in flight,
While over the ridged open land stands a golden hind.
Aah, what a wonderful gift is sight,
Open your eyes for even the sighted can be blind.

07/30/2005