It doesn’t have to be the Preston lilacs, blooming beautiful colours of purple, pink and white,
Or the crisp golden leaves of Cuerden Valley, as it prepares for the cold,
Or the glistening waters of the River Ribble,filling the air with its relaxing sound.

It could be a fluffy white sheep, grazing in a summer green field,
Or a little grey squirrel scampering up a hazel tree, fuzzy tail raised high,
Or a simple Rowan tree, strong and protective, with blood red berries hanging from the thin branches,bursting with colour.

It could only be the simple things,
That make a life complete,
A walk in the park, a hug with a friend,
If only you would see.

By Rowan