Nothing Good Ever Lasts... Poem by Mark Heathcote

To be able to remain just still and enjoy beauty without trying to edit it or change it; reveals the world's true beauty. I remember walking quietly once, one very hot spring morning by the railway through the wild orchards in Dogwoods, Knutsford. Resting there on a storm drain grid, I was just catching my breath when minutes later. I saw a baby rabbit poke its head out of a rabbit hole in the brambles it was 2ft in front of me. It was then he or she was pushed outside by their sisters or brothers.
They rolled around in front of me and were toy fighting till the 11.20 am Chester train went on by,
The only pity for me was the train was on time, and came by so fast… nothing good ever lasts.