What man makes of nature

by Angela

A boulder or fallen tree becomes a seat

Thick grass, a mattress on which to lie

Dappled shade, provides welcome protection from the sun

A smooth, glossy conker doubles as a soothing fiddle stone.

Torrential rain, nourishing, hydrating the earth,

washing away the dust and debris of everyday life.

The waterfall, the best shower in the world,

washing away the grime and sweat of several days walking.

Raindrops, competing, racing down the windowpane watched with childlike glee.

The gurgling stream always up for a game of pooh sticks.

The waves on a pebbly beach, a meditation worth pausing for.

The wind blow-dries the laundry without the assistance of electricity.

The blue sky, a blank canvas on which the clouds daub their images.

Daisies waiting to be picked and assembled into an array of jewellery.

Feathers become pens and oak galls the ink.

The simple tunes and symphonies of birdsong.

Nature and man befriending one another.