Upriver in the shallow quick,

where pebbles gleam, a hands width deep,

dart silver fish, a finger long,

black of eye and sleek of fin,

and I shall sit in sheltered lee

of wattled walls, cosy daubed,

relaxed of limb and heavy eyed

beneath a sky of solar joy.

In meadow close, a skylark trill

reminds the breeze to ruffle wings,

to stroke the buttercups and wheat,

to sway the view in gentle pass,

and still along riparian edge,

the willows lean and kiss the flow,

as dragonflies dart pearly swift

while surface bursts with leaping gills.

I shall bequeath this timeless gift,

to unknown souls as yet unborn,

that they may rest as Nature's heirs

in ancient green and quiet repose.