My Spot Of Nature. Poem by Rhiannon blackbird

A rocky place in the woods,
Bright sunny and full of joy,
In early morning or mid afternoon,
Birds chirping delighted to be up so soon,
Twigs breaking under an animals foot,
A beautiful stream with water so clean,
A beam of light illuminating my hair,
Taking pictures of the sweet, solem air,
Writing a story with a book and a pen,
When summer comes shall I see my spot again,
Then I will be happy as I always am in my spot where summer began.