I love the play of light on leaves
Their ever changing colours
The sighing of the meadow grass
When dancing in the breeze
The flowers with their petals bright
Dazzling passing bees
Dragon flies on lily pads
Their wings of spun gold
Little fishes bob their heads
Ripples on the water
Damsel flys dart here and there
Suspended in the air
Butterflies flit from flower to flower
Gossamer wings so fair
All this beauty I behold
The abundance of nature...
Poem - Dianne Dawes - ❤️
Image from Internet
For my dear friend C.B.
