natural flair

I walk over the hills and under logs,

gardens pritty with bright fungi, sourrounding tree stumps,

berries and leaves, great views from great hights,

purple, pink orange sunsets, reflecting in pools of water,

untill all I see is coloured patches on a pitch plack horrison,

warm hugs, campfire laughter, wordgames,

watch the glow, stayup late,

moring swim, river flow,

A place i’ve been, and seen, now I know.