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Our Natural World deserves, awe, reverence, admiration, respect....
The river runs as a merry child
breeze feels gentle as a caress mild
golden clouds float like angel wings
cobwebs glitter like fine silver strings
Beauty All Around
Close your eyes, watch as the scene starts to unfold
Mother Earth's exquisite beauty to behold,
The sun streaking colors in the morning sky
and again at dusk as the day passes by,
Pinks and purples melt in between a soft cloud
Orange, yellow and gold boastfully stand out proud,
The sun reflects off of a morning dew drop
The colors bouncing free and they never stop,
The rays dance their way into the morning light
soaring with the colors into endless flight,
The blank canvas is set up ready to paint
Not a single color becoming too faint,
The cool breeze strokes the grass and the trees of green
as the flowers are provoked into the scene
adorned in their fancy colorful attire
fully aware it's their own beauty they sire,
A mirrored image lies beneath the calm stream,
The World goes on forever or it would seem,
In the crystal clear water the clouds float by
an optical illusion straight from the sky,
The Seasons move in the Earths ready to change
still holding variety within its range,
Orange, red and yellow come to coat the Fall trees
Then the ground becomes covered with these fresh leaves,
The first early frost replaces the moist dew
as everything in the world becomes anew,
Then the snow falls and the cycle reverses
Small diamonds glistening as it traverses,
Collecting precious colors from everywhere
You are only left to stand in awestruck stare,
Enthralled that such a great vision does exist
Capturing a jewel that you just can't resist,
The Spring thaw arrives ready for Summer heat
Again Earth comes alive and it can't be beat,
The night sky has its own beauty to behold
Its black canvas backdrop sets the stars to gold,
The blue hue of the moon enlightens our way
back to the colors Earth puts on her display,
The red breasted robin out looking for food
Even the gray geese gathering up their brood
All of these things make up the great life we love
Especially pure white feathers of the dove,
Take away these scenes and what sense would it be
Do not take this for granted because it's free!
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Natures Church
The Cathedral in the forest glade
Formed by the lofty trees
Fills me full of reverence
Beauty felt as well as seen
The forest reaching skyward
The heavens to embrace
The branches in the canopy
Make a silhouette of lace
Just pause and listen for a moment
And you'll hear the gentle sound
Of moving leaves and bending trees
And God is all around
When I'm there I feel so humble
Overwhelmed by natures plan
Its inspired architecture
Beyond the capacity of man
But the animals have all but gone
And for insects, poisons now their lot
Soon man will control all the countryside
But he'll be left with what?
This church with root foundation
Deep bedded in the earth
Is an incomparable creation
And we cannot judge its worth
Its been standing here for centuries
Long before they built the town
Man could never build such a structure
But - one day he'll cut it down!
Albert Gazeley (c)
The Hedgerow
There are secrets around the orchard
But not amongst the trees
They are hidden in the hedgerows
Where few people ever see
There, woven amongst the blackthorn
Is the holly that made the Holy Crown
It's intertwined with the dog rose
Plus self set shrubs of every kind
The may flower of the hawthorn
In springtime makes a lovely show
And its blood red berries in the autumn
Fattens the birds before the snow
The wild blackberries are a favourite prize
They are a challenge to find and pick -
Tearing at your fingers
When the blackthorns are so thick
Yes the hedgerow hides its secrets
As the city folk hurry by
Unconcerned about the browning leaves
Or that the ditch is running dry
Every hedgerow has a secret
Hidden within it boughs
There are many subtle features
I'm sure they all could tell a tale
Like the rusty can that hides the Robin
When the wind strengthens to a gale
Or the dense briers that hide the rabbit tracks
When the Fox is on his trail
The discarded cup that's now a birdbath
Which is filled each time it rains
And the rusting bike that's now a perch
From where the song thrush sings its sweet refrains
Yes the hedgerow is a train of life
That runs across the countryside
Bringing cover and vital nourishment
Plus an indispensable place to hide
From the field mouse to the badger
They all make the hedge their home
Burrowing beneath the roots
It gives them cover as laterally they roam
You'll find every type of bird there
Plus privet moths and swarms of bees
The hedgehog is a regular visitor
Foraging for juicy grubs as happy as you please
Its well established as a border and a barrier
Plus a shelter from the sun or cold
And a larder and safe haven
The perfect sanctuary - as the seasons all unfold
Yes - The aging hedgerow has many secrets
And city the folk should try to understand
It is important that it's protected and retains its legacy
And never gets levelled to the ground
Albert Gazeley © 2004
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*~* Mother Earth *~*
For all of you that care
My love for you is rare
My love is from God above
My love is true to Love
My love I give freely
My love for you is real
You are a great Treasure
Your love
I Treasure
I pray the best for you
I pray you grow every day
I pray your eyes will see
The beauty everyday
Pass what you may see
To see the beauty deep
The beauty that I see in you
God Bless You
As You are special to me
*~* Love from Mother Earth *~*
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The Ancients
Sheltered by towering mountains
in a land beyond the seven seas
hidden in silvery swirling mists
rise in splendour ancient trees
ageless arboreal home of spirits
with their boughs closely entwined
a secret world where none may enter
not even air, water or sunshine
Dryads and sprites constantly raise
impenetrable forests all around
So this primordial world of spirits
By foolish humans will never be found
among the trees dark tunnels are hidden
Where the wise old tree spirits dwell
practicing their magic and enchantment
protecting woodlands with their spells
at sunset they gather at the entrance
as the last flames burn orange and deep
to thank the sun for its gifts of life
and deepfelt tears of gratitude weep
winds whisper tales to tree tops all day
about hills and dales where they had been
tiny sprightly elves fly up and down
telling the ancients what the winds had seen
news they bring of more forests destroyed
for every tree cut they suffer and groan
heartbreaking dirges ring through the air
as in distress the ancients lament and mourn
Pari Ali © 2004
The Homecoming
As I cross the field towards my home
It seems that I am all alone
But around the fringe were few can see
A thousand eyes are watching me
Cautious rabbits are hiding there
A pair of foxes - and a hare
And birds beyond my comprehension
Trying not to attract attention
Yes - As I cross the field towards my home
I'm positive I am not alone
I can hear cooing and the occasional croak
A giveaway for us country folk
A wood pidgin and a friendly frog
One high in a tree - the other on a log
For all around was once ancient fen -
And still home to many an amphibian
Years ago windmills drained the swamp
Yet still many water creatures romp
Frogs and newts and alien terrapins
But its only frogs that make a din
I climb the stile and walk aside the hedge
My feet are now squelching in the sedge
I reach my cottage and fumble for my key
With a thousand eyes still watching me
Albert Gazeley © 2004
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