On a bench looking nature in her face, I, Lady Blossom hear well rehearsed birds singing melodies that must be heard. A pheasant appears here and there but wants none of it and escapes gladly beneath the ferns.
The wind thunders a chorus, now and again later, ruffling trees clothed in glistening leaves and a colourful mosaic of joyous blooms.
Languages from across the world add to nature’s chimes as visitors sit and chat on well mowed lawns amidst the tranquil sights and sounds.
Mothers pushing prams jovially chat and stop midway now and again taking in the beautiful scenes and inhaling clean country air. With heads raised and squinted eyes, they fail not to catch the gentle springtime sun nor feel the tingle of the warm breeze.
A monk with a staff walks briskly past, is he praying or in a hurry to break his fast?
I look up to soak in the last rays of the evening sun blowing a kiss with joy to the divine. With a standing ovation, I join the choir giving thanks for all creatures great & small.
Bowing, off I go to the “Earth Appreciation Forum”. While on stage, I leave my notes on the podium, walk away and begin to speak from my heart: “Ladies & Gentlemen you expect research from busy times, but tune in now to “Lady Blossom on Earth Scenes & Chimes”.
I begin: “On a bench looking nature in her face, I, Lady Blossom…”
Category: Storytelling Poetry