Whether the sun eking through clouds
or setting Heaven aflame,
whether the elusive swallow constructing his clever nest
or the humble sparrow whose flight is now with the angels,
beauty is afoot in the land.
It may not always be your kind of beauty
but it's always beautiful to someone.
The garden awakes each morning to trumpets
that startle wraiths out of their hiding
fairies pick themselves fresh party hats and dance
for the Queen of June.
Whether trembled by the wind
or fulfilling our deepest urges
when we dance in our garden with fairies
we earn our angel's wings;
when we learn to live together
in the places Nature provides
life seduces us...
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4 comments:
Ooh, that's lovely, that is.
Awesome shots. LLike the interwoven poetry, too!
Still not sure about the poem... Seems a little too hippy-dippy to me. Oh well, I tried something new, others seem to like it, what do I know eh?
The dead bird is my favorite!
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