A zing and a zest 💜

As the moody moonlight masquerades those sleepy birds on the wing

And wild blossoms are blooming bracken, amidst the scatterings of spring

My ambles are rambled with a zest and a zing

I can wander for miles and miles, without a living soul to be seen

There are just some black-faced ewes munching upon the green

And running rampant rabbits betwixt and between

Where yon dampness from the early morning dew is a sheer clean and pristine 

I inhale the clear, crispness of yon cool, fresh air

And soaking in an ambience from the silence that is there

As florescent shreds of gossamer threads, glisten my hair