Mother nature’s pride 🌹

Deep down rolling ravines to the rivulet that gushes

As a sweet sound of silence succumbs to its slushes

Whilst the thunderous waterfall flushes and crushes

Meandering amidst green grassy meadows 

With radiant red poppies and pretty pink primrose

I creep through the crocuses on the tips of my toes

Not to harm a head on those fragile flowers as a gentle breeze blows

Where that rapid, raging river is so loud and clear

Like a trumpeter’s tune that is mournful I fear

Lacking in lustre and chastising cheer

As it erupts in explosion to ooze over the weir…

How high are those hillocks that surrounds either side

Overlooking yon waterfall which is too wild to hide

Whilst wondrous woodlands soak up sap in their stride