Amidst the fern and the fleeting bee, Where soft moss carpets the ancient tree, Each petal and leaf, a note in a score, Nature’s symphony plays forevermore.

With the echo of laughter in misty glens, And the warmth of the sun where the wild path bends; In the heart of each pause, in the dance of the day, Lies a beauty unspoken in nature’s ballet.

• David Jones