A Slice Of Natures Best. Poem by Graham Jones

Take my hand and lead me over
Pastures green with fields of clover
Rivers deep with hills to climb
To walk in woods of scented pine

To tread the earth on fallen leaves
That shift and crackle with the breeze
To smell the freedom in the air
Watch Gods own creatures everywhere

Stroll through clearing decked with flowers
To sit and while away the hours
Give mind and body both a rest
And bask in what is natures best.