Clouds drift like dreams in the azure expanse, Where the lark in its glory begins to dance; A quilt of green clad in morning’s soft light, The earth takes a breath as it yawns into sight.

The scent of the rain is a lover’s caress, As the foliage shimmers in nature’s finesse; With each rustle and whisper, my soul takes wing, In the cradle of daylight, my heart starts to sing.

• David Jones