I can hear the curlew mew,
Soft the bleat of lambs.
I can see the wind progress
Through fields of sea-green land.
I can feel the warmth on me,
I can hear the trees.
Nature wakes, life renews,
Sweet the buzz of bees.
[I'm not sure of line 4.....anyone want to offer an alternative or another verse?]
Lou
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