Secret nature
It doesn’t have to be
the oak trees dancing with wind at Trevaylor woods
or the green sharp grass on the hill flowing like the water fall
or a rose growing and waiting for a rainbow.
It could be
a rainy day- spent curled up on the sofa like a cat
or the swampy mud standing in the way of the path to school
or the mooing cows as loud as an alarm clock.
Just see the beauty of nature,
no matter what.
It doesn’t have to be
a orangey-red phoenix gliding gracefully as quick as a cheetah
over the everlasting forest.
It could be
the field of lichen
growing on the north-west side of the old oak tree.
Be curious, note the unnoticed.
Treasure the minuscule flash of a bus
indicating down a happy,long country Bone Valley lane.
Cherish every moment.
Even on the most dreadful days there is always a rainbow.
It doesn’t have to be
a half filled sky of clouds transporting themselves inches apart shape-shifting into different patterns
or a sycamore tree dancing in the wind with the others following behind it like a big parade
or or the morning black birds singing merely apon the lanes as the spotted ladybug flys home.
It could be a gull squawking loud
or a smooth stone as black as night
or a crack in the wall home to creepers.
Just listen
to the river as it rushes to be with the sea.
Earth’s magical melody singing to your ears.
It doesn’t have to be
a beautiful sunset
or a green amber tree
or a colourful butterfly fluttering.
It could be a dripping waterfall dropping deep
or a settling breeze leaning on a cloud
or a beautiful day on the beach sun-bathing till noon
Pay attention to small wonders
Climb trees,go splashing in puddles.
Enjoy
It doesn’t have to be
a beautiful sunset
or a green amber tree
or a colourful butterfly fluttering.
It could be a dripping waterfall dropping deep
or a settling breeze leaning on a cloud
or a beautiful day on the beach sun-bathing till noon
Pay attention to small wonders
Climb trees,go splashing in puddles.
Enjoy
It doesn’t have to be the red-breasted robins singing loudly in the morning.
Or the salty,shimmering sea crashing into the rocks.
Or the magical feeling when you taste a crisp pasty golden like the sun.
It could be finding a heart-shaped rock at the beach.
Or the green growing grass field swaying with the wind.
Or the heavy rain drops that hold up the walk.
Just notice hidden things
From the tiniest caterpillar munch on a leaf
To the biggest most beautiful sunflower waiting patiently to bloom.
It doesn’t have to be
a morning waking up to the smell of a pasty fresh as a new born baby
or a peaceful walk at long rock beach with a friend
or sitting quietly listening to the red-breasted robins singing.
It could be the chip-stealing seagulls gliding like a kite.
or the thin,overgrown but bursting with wild life lanes of Mounts Bay school.
or running through a field with beautiful grass as long as a giraffe’s neck
Just notice the little things
in the big wide world
like the tiny swirly patterns of a dandelion.
Look in nature, see the beauty.
It doesn’t have to be
The taste of a famous fabulous Cornish pasties.
Or the screeching of a soft snow-white seagull.
Or the slumber stopping call of farmers cows.
It could be
A monumental sycamore tree.
Or a herd of peacocks grazing with their tails in the air.
Or the loud, large church bells ringing noisily.
Just pay attention and don’t miss
The most symmetrical pattern on a beautiful butterfly’s wing
Notice the glean on the greatest green leaf.
Or a raindrop falling slowly down a window like a tear on someone’s face.
It doesn’t have to be Cape Cornwall’s rock covered beach
or St Just church bell chiming as loud as huge waves crashing
or the stream of Trevaylor woods flowing softly.
It could be the fluffy white candy floss floating in the sky
or the old oak tree curling like a spring
or the waves singing at Marazion Beach.
Just notice the gentle swaying of the wind.
Notice the curl of a fern spiralling endlessly as a Fibonacci pattern.
Even the beech trees whisper without you hearing it.
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.
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