English season


English season,
warm spring breeze,
trees filling with shades of green,
the air is fresh and clean,
cattle are chewing their cud,
the swallows are here,
diving through the sky,
the only ones who sense the urgency of this moment,
everyone else relaxing and enjoying the wonder,
sadness is on hold, gratitude and thanks to the old,
the young listen to every story told,
each with their favourite,
messages shaped by both tellers and receivers,
hope for every believer,
if I had not known the dark, wet Winter mornings,
I may never of grasped beauty shaped by the past,