The Skylark Poem by Phil Soar

Hovering in a cloudless sky
Singing from it's songbook
The skylark is hard to spot
When I look up, it changes its flight
Against a backlight of the midday sun
It is sometimes hard to find
But the detail in its song is hard to ignore
I sit beside the ploughed field
Rabbits emerge from their homes
They do not notice the song
Their presence is like nature accompanying me
Whilst I sit and listen to the operatic sounds
Like a composer, the bird changes pitch
And each new piece is music to my ears
And the sky is filled with a joyous sound

I feel I am hovering in that cloudless sky too
And nature is so close it touches my very soul