The savage natural scene
In the winter meadow
Where the Falcon feeds
His talons red in the
snow
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
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The wind in the trees
Sang a sad song
A plaintive sound
Like a crying child
And as it blew through
The crying leaves
On the rainy morn
Shed tears that fell
To the forest floor
The Mission bells
Blooming herb
Of the north western
states
With green-and-purple
Bell-shaped flowers
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems