Nick Jordan. (Wimbledon)
The sun and the rain,
The wind and the trees,
The birds and the bees.
Mountains and valleys,
To walk and to climb,
Rivers and forests
And the hills old as time.
Fields of green,
Deep blue sea's,
A lyrebirds dulcet melodies,
The splendour of the barn owl's tune
And tides that pull upon the moon.
Stars that shine in the midnight sky,
The sound of a newborn babies cry,
These are all part of natures giving
And sometimes what makes life worth living.
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