A Pleasure To See Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Moving with the morning breeze,
White roses make a pleasing view,
Listening to the humming bees,
My love for all nature is far from few.

The large oak tree that proudly stands,
My love for this green pleasant land,
Will never perish, never die
To cherish each day, each bright blue sky.

For there is beauty all around,
Each scene i love, each scene I've found,
For nothing can beat old nature's way,
That opens my eyes, in its own special way.



Jayne Louise Davies