Stung by hail and rain
And colds numbing bite
And cut through like a
knife
By the east-wind’s
spite
Stung by hail and rain
And colds numbing bite
And cut through like a
knife
By the east-wind’s
spite
Beneath the leafy canopy
Moonlight pierced the
darkness
And shafts of lunar
light
Like a brilliant laser
show
Illuminated the forest
floor
The savage natural scene
In the winter meadow
Where the Falcon feeds
His talons red in the
snow
The wind whistles
The frozen rain bites
And the chill runs
deep
And we must escape
To shelter safe inside
Where the barn owls
sleep
The Heathers on the hillside
And Buttercups in the
meadow
The Bluebells in the
woods
And Orchids in the
hedgerow
What a green and pleasant
land
Where the wild flowers
grow
The Heathers cloak the hillside
And Buttercups dot the
meadow
The Bluebells carpet
the woods
And Orchids pepper the
hedgerow
In an understatement
of radiance
Where the wild flowers
grow
Many thanks for the
tips a102866
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