Un seen nature 

It doesn’t have to be 

a shiny meat lump in a glorious pasty

or the dance of the fast wind shaking sycamore trees branches

or up in an oak a nut-thief standing and stuffing nuts in his mouth 

It could be

the satisfying squelch of the dark mud in Trevaylor woods 

or the shape of clouds that you think you know what it looks like 

or how the green lush grass dances like a child dancing outside in the rain.

Look close.

See the patterns.

Notice the colours.