Chalk Downland in Winter.

I live on the edge of the South Downs in Hampshire, England. This is a place with rolling hills and woodland copse. Perhaps more than any other art, a rural landscape needs few words as one is transported to a calmer world where nature's beauty heals. Yet even here, through its centre, a human pathway parts the land...

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Warm hearted whisper of trees

Ash, sycamore, beech, and birch

Each with tender life caressed

Become the wake of early bird

In dream fly fearless far

Be the scent of morning light

The tender spark of shooting star

Breathe the passing of this night

Begin your day be strong

With all of life that wakes be with

With hope and happy song

Become

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