We sit by the stream
On this soft summer's day
Entranced by the dance
As the dragonflies play.
A waggle tailed moorhen
Leads young to the nest
While the arrogant Swan
Knows she's looking her best.
In the meadow the mad Hare
Continues the chase
As the Spider weaves webs
That the dew turns to lace.
Overhead, soft white pillows
Cross pastel blue skies
And I gaze with pure joy
As I see skylarks rise.
I look at you sleeping, a smile on my face
And I thank Mother nature for sharing this place.
The silver stream gurgles on it's merry way
As I glory in you, and a soft summer's day.
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Owain Glyn
A beautifully constructed and descriptive tribute th the gentle and euphoric majesty and our occasional reconnection with its greatness and the perfection that sharing that experience with a loved one brings.
This to me speaks of Camelot! Oh to be amidst the beauty you depict. Quite lovely, glad I strolled on by....PEACE
To be warmed by the sun, blessed by the breeze, caressed by the lush of grass, green...and then, as luck would have it...share a day of such splendor with someone who adds a beating to your heart..aahhhh...perfect! Your poem pinpoints all that is lovely. PEACE
So beautiful with your words that create nature in such a wonderful way entwined with romance!
What a wonderful poem! ! Your poetic depiction of nature took me into your defined moments. Loved every bit of them.
Another gem Owain, you paint a beautiful scene with your words, with a touch of romance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely write, owain. thanks for sharing this sunshine.