Meadows spread before me

Orchid rich

Still in the summer sun

Virgin in their beauty 

Now revered as patches of history 

The common reduced to an ancient diamond 

Nestling, gently sloping, it’s hedges embracing the land with arms of green

Sleeping with its treasure

Waiting for rain,or birds or deer

Slowly breathing with the rhythm of the breeze 

Will this free my soul

Will this be something to catch me 

Maybe, maybe not

Will it flourish with its richness

A cradle of hope amongst steel and concrete 

But it’s stronger than either , 

For it won’t rust or crumble

But with gentle caress, creeps over detritus,fingers of hope reclaiming 

all for its own, 

Levelling mans follies

Burying the history of mistake

Eventually taking the cake.

 

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