TIDE OF GREEN

Oh great tide of green
Your beauty drifts before me
like an ocean of grass

Rolling down the meadow
and up the other side
Off into the distance
to where you meet the sky

How I wish I were the wind
that rides your soft green crest
Moving you in waves of light and shade
until it lets you rest

Moistened by the chill of dawn
sparkling dewdrops crown your mantle
slowly melting in the sun
to release your meadow scent

I walk barefoot within your midst
the cool of the earth beneath me
Surrounded by your swirling green
your beauty repletes me

If I could dwell within your realm
and stay with you forever
Listening to your meadow song
as it whispers on the wind...

Prose by Dianne

This prose was inspired whilst driving down the south coast of Sydney. The road meanders through the tall trees and the lush green of rain forest in a national park, through small townships, sometimes right out onto the coast where there is a beautiful view of rocky outcrops and the deep blue ocean.First of all there is a steep descent then the road starts to climb once more, this is where it brings you to a landscape of vast meadows and rolling hills; here you are confronted and moved by the sheer beauty and majesty of a green landscape of many hues. It is wonderful to watch the grasses in the meadows and on the hillsides, their movement fluid as the wind transforms them into waves and swirls of light and shade.