The cone fell
From the pine to the river
as it made it's wind
from hill and heather
It carried the seed of nature's dream
Begining at source
Finding rest in the sea.
Under the tree, by bridge and stream
the springtime sun made the water gleam
Through the reedy beds its current flowed
And along the banks the flowers growed.
Bright campion pink ,both pale and rich
Vibrant and perfect in every stitch
The cream of parsley, waving tall
With deepest green spread through it all.
A playful breeze comes skipping by
And leaves it's blue across the sky
The campions grew in brighter hue
And all at once the sun broke through.
As if by chance I cannot tell
This moment that the pine cone fell.
So, will seed find shore and take it's place
To root and grow and spread apace
With tendril branches , mossy green
Where gently flows the dappled stream
And nature stirs,
From sunlit dream.
Joe Morriss
Kislingbury bridge
May 2020
