Pastoral
Life changing experience
Hard is the urban concrete,Cold is the city street,But, in the country, inspirationLies beneath my feet.I’m a dull suburban boy.Whose mind is grey and dry,But walking in the fields,My dreams and poems fly.I listen to the butterflies,And watch the mosses grow.I hug my friend the dancing oak,And count the flakes of snow.The sunlight on my forehead,The breeze across my arm,The mist along the river,Restore my soul to calm.The healing hand of natureLeads me back to truth,And though I walk the steps of age,I once again find youth.