Natures Brief Poem by Phil Soar

Making a fire from kindling
In surroundings that please the eye
Taking only photographs
And not thinking why
A taste of the woodland
A breeze passes by
A buzzard above me
Circling the sky

The robin persists
With it's territory song
Helping the pleasures of nature
Move on
The sounds are pure music
With pleasurable tones
And I'm sitting peacefully
All on my own

Except, I'm not lonely
As nature provides
A wonderful feeling
Of a cool countryside
And the constant procession
Of new growth and new life
Makes being at peace
Part of being alive