The Foxglove dreams – seeding meandering reams,
The bugs – flies and Butterflies wear the strip of their teams!
Poppy heads dance – atop their elegant stance,
With the dropping of their petals at a sideways glance!
Ripples will run – twists of the tiding begun,
Drawing a line in the dust of ages – under the sun!
The circles ring – while the elementals sing,
The spiral of infinity – it does its thing!
The Tree crowns roll – totally out of their control,
The kind of chaos theory that really can console!
The breath of air – that we breathe and share,
Free to everyone and everything and way beyond compare!
See the fire ball – that keeps us one and all,
Offering up life’s energy and voicing nature’s call!
Eye way up high – we watch you circle on by,
Lighting the moon of reflection – against the stars in the sky!
Still echoes flow – sometimes its touch and go,
Memories in the spotlight putting on a show!
Be with the Bee – where the Daisy’s roam free,
Sun-wise orange circles with a ring of white petals – for all to see!
Rarely the rain – comes and comes again,
With the height of summer blooming on the shower train!
A dripping heat – that slowly wipes its feet,
Melting the roads into pot-holes down no-where street!
Feeling the touch – it’s like a touch too much,
A delayed reaction in the pain receptors – slow as such!
The footpaths call – from the other side of the wall,
Where the stir crazy wanderlust is hearing nature’s call!