Flame trees in the jungle
Petals
like tongues of fire
Burning
bright in paradise
From the break of each new dawn
When
heralding the new day
The
sun crests the horizon
To
Paint the eastern sky
With
natures orange glow
Until
it sets again
In
majestic splendour
Beyond
the western hills
And
is swallowed by the darkness
It
gives life with its benevolent light
Amidst the myriad stars
The
bright crescent moon
Hangs
in the midnight sky
And
palely paints the ocean
With
its gentle lunar light
Like surreal yellow oceans
Vast fields of yellow rape
Stretch across the landscape
To an unseen infinity
The breeze ripples their surface
Whipping them up like waves
Ahead of an offshore wind
Driving them ever onward
Towards the hedgerow shore
While birds appear to dance
Above the custard coloured sea
The red squirrel
Cute arboreal Character
Once abundant in our woodland
Now small in number
Only survive in small pockets
Thanks to the grey intruder
A dew drop slowly rolls along the broad leaf
Like a perfect pearl, it moves on its journey brief
Before dropping off the edge to a rivulet below
And the pearl disappears into the mercurial flow
As the evening light fades
The sky takes on a twilight hue
Until the stars appear above
And the moon comes into view
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...