Beautied Flowers, Of Hill And Dales. Poem by Michael Gale

Amongst the flowers, in hill or dale...
Beyond all valleys, never pale.

Their flowered beauty stares back at me...
It inhabits my heart so tenderly.

Mine eyes did focus at beauties sight...
Of all of Nature's peace-filled, might.

Upon my heart to lend a see...
No other beauty, shall I ever want most, be.

Above all else that sighted, I...
Of flowing beauty, shall my eyes, not all else, deny to spy.

Waters flowing in cascading falls...
To mine Dear heart, doth summons, as calls.

A jumping Trout, reaches to sky...
It's rain bowed hue, but yet, not dry.

Yet not dry as fluidic peril...
Sings to eyes to hearts a'carol