The Beginning Poem by Paul Reed

We breasted the rise and plotted our course
Along stony paths amongst yellow gorse
The sea so vast and glinting its eye
Shimmering backcloth to the herring gull's cry

Sparrowhawk hovering in chesnut and grey
Falling like a stone on unsuspecting prey
Skylark overhead on an invisible perch
Lest his landing the ground besmirch

Life rising slowly from amongst grassy tuft
Daisy and buttercup stems intertwined and cuffed
A raising too of spirits within human breast
Where no longer shallow thoughts and drear infest

An unfurling that Nature alone explains
Bringing vibrancy and blood-surge through the veins
This is when Spring replaces Winter's sins
This is the moment when hope begins