Of Nature's Beauty I Declare. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Of nature's beauty I declare,
of all that is sweet and all that is fair.
From the mountains from afar, and the hills that lay under the twinkling stars.

You cannot go without seeing the little shouts, of all the woodlands creature as they go about.

The foxes and the deer,
come out at night when we are asleep,
to forage in our gardens and to eat what they find in heaps.

The apples under the tree,
the berries on the bush.
Some tasty tulips is not too much to ask for,
for our grazing bunch.

And all the swallows fly up near and on high.
Swirling around they go, to and fro.
The blue tit and thrush are not in a rush.
Pecking on the ground,
is their only sound.

And we have a few naughty magpies
annoying Mr. Hare,
who is under the big oak
Lying lazily there.

Of nature's beauty I declare,
of all that is sweet and all that is fair.
Of the lakes and the streams,
of the waterfalls and their flows,
I am thankful for all that has been sowed. ❤

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .