love your nature

The sky will not let go her hug

with pride she holds us warm and snug

day turns from blue to creamy grey

contrasting the high wild landscapes

of barren grits and windy fells

even the flowers seems to pray

through peaty moorland mind escapes

listening to rills, lazy prattle,

rapt at the hue of the globe flower

of eyebright and lady's mantle

the greater butterfly orchid

of wild thyme and yellow rattle

So proud of dreams you lie torpid

as corkscrews trace their curly line

juniper, sings the blues to eyes.

August plant species in decline

clearly fill something inside you.

Who will declare them yours and mine

when they are nothing but fantasy,

lost in the folds of smoky time

gone the way of the unicorn?