Day break breaking,Sunrise rising,birdsong fills the air.

The owls retire to hollow trees,the fox goes to his lair.

The bats retire to there roosts,the rabbits to there burrows'

And the farmer with his tractor,goes to his fields and furrows,

The kestrel hovers motionless,on silent wings he soars.

He searches over field and stream,and up unto the moors.

So rest awhile you wanderers,and look ye all around,

And digest what natures given you,with all its sights and sounds.

And if like me you,ll realise,how rich you are indeed.

Fill your lungs with air thats free,thats all you really need