Fields in the distance,
Look cloudy and grey,
But the lovely Azaelias,
Look so bright and gay,
The richness of colour,
So pleasant to see,
I so love these flowers,
Here before me,
The rain starts to fall,
The wind starts to blow,
I so love nature,
To see sweet flowers grow,
It doesn't matter,
If it's sunny or grey,
Nature surprises,
In every way.
Jayne Louise Davies
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