Natures Home

Natures Home.

There's a little piece of woodland

near to where I roam,

Where the bluebells and the buttercups

are left to do their own.

The birch, the beech, the alder

the sycamore and ash,

They seem to wander aimlessly

into the sky a vast.

And in this piece of woodland

the holly grows so free,

And protects it from the outside world

with its thorny crown of leaves.

The birds, the bees, the butterflies

Are left to live in peace,

As the river swims so endlessly

towards the oceans deep.

And as I sit here all alone

in mother nature's grasp,

She eases me of troubled mind

and cleans my burdened soul.