Into the Blue

Across the fields, where the sun darts low, I hear the alabaster trees; They bend their limbs, where the shadows grow, And touch the grass with the breezes.

I hold the light as it drapes the edge, The soft warmth glows in the shade, While the branches cling like a faithful pledge, Where the dawn begins and parades.

The rivers call with a wild, bright tongue, The waters ripple low in the lane; As the valley sings with a shape well sung, In a heart which remembers each grain.

To the endless sea, where the whitecaps play, The tides come soft on the shore; In the crisp blue air as the echoes sway, I cling to the earth evermore!

• David Campbell