Nature and it's beauty
Holiday in the Lake District
The sound of rain battering the roof
Gives me clarity, a simple truth.
Our world is so beautiful,
Why can't we see, there's more to life than you and me.
A yellow buttercup in a field
Strong green trees under which to shield;
From falling rain or burning sun,
This is how nature, gets things done.
I don't moan about the rain
It makes our countryside green again.
The vibrant colours are all around
Ranging from the sky down to the ground;
This place I love, an inspiration to me,
Sets the poet within me free.
About the Creator
Sarah Fiander Harrison
A lover of animals, humans and our magnificent world. A heart bypass warrior, a mother, a wife, a poet!
A singer of songs, lover of life, so many things inspire my poetry. A Christian, I'm not religious, but I have great Faith in Our Lord.
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Love this perspective, Sarah. What a wonderful way to look at the world. Lovely poem!