Freedom’s Flight

A poem to spring, hope, and freedom

Sparkling coronets of dew

Crown each leaf of corn.

Cuckoo call and pigeon coo

Announce a summer’s dawn.

Trees like soldiers on the hill

Ranks of green and white.

Scent hangs heavy in the air.

Mild and balmy night.

Apple blossom wide awake,

Petals on the breeze.

Leaves of velvet breaking out,

Playground to the bees.

Cowslips basking on a bank,

Bluebells reaching high,

Water-boatmen on the pond

Dance with dragonfly.

Buzzards circling overhead.

Thermals giving lift,

Whirling, wheeling, flying free,

With them, my thoughts drift.

Few souls, their cares can cast

To wheel and dive so free.

If you can, and if you will,

Up there you can meet me.

Mayflowers trim the headland

Of fields far below.

A thousand hues, green and brown,

Meet a sky of indigo.

Trees are dressed in emerald green

With tender leaves unfurled,

Dawn mists burnt by rising sun

Lighting up the world.

Freely glide in time and space

Master of your mind,

Taking in a clearer view

With thraldom left behind.

Now slowly drifting earthward,

Carried by the breeze,

Land upon a durmast bough

King of all the trees.

With mind refreshed by silence,

Perspective now in place,

To your world return,

With a smile upon your face.

Thank you for reading my poem. The natural world’s power to soothe, educate, and astound is endless.