A poem "In Praise of Nature" which I wrote when living in a beautiful village in Northamptonshire, England

And thus I whispered to a woken tree at  dawn
Stars gone and  moon withdrawn

Sun smiling  from high above the fields
Wake up call to grasshoppers and bees
Fresh mountain flowers scent descends
Of roses and daffodils life transcends
Tears of morning dew befall
Greatness manifests, rabbits crawl
In my amazement as windmills turn
Reminiscing blossoming life and rain
A pretty cycle ending in death
The windmill utters in its honest morning breath
Hurry oh hurry farmers chant
March ye forward to the ancestral land
Grab an old shovel and of whatever tool
Seize the day or you’ll be a fool
Then cometh noon and the lunchtime break
Bread and sandwiches of whatever make
Children play to nature's tune
Freedom for real folks starts in June
Iron strengthens as it mellows  in fire
Steel is granted should you desire
Strong as mountains, still like a tree
Life’s tribulations welcometh   ye with glee
Freedom and health oh so precious
No emerald or jewel  may be as gracious
Spirits mature as necks are held high
Moments all merry, not a single sigh
Moments so precious never go astray
Follow the right steps even if on clay
Light upon light, laughter you may
Glory be upon such glorious day

Khashayar  Lessan
Finedon,  Northamptonshire
13 October 2006