For English Forests

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Come, leave with me, 

Away from the pavement’s scrutiny,

To fields, flowers and English forests,

Let us be nature’s humble guests. 

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We shall perch upon the trees,

Humming with the bumbling bees,

Climb higher until we touch the twigs

Dangling the smallest sprigs. 

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We shall make chains of daisies, 

Gift each other pretty posies,

A dress of dandelions, and a shawl

Embroidered with the leaves that fall.

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Watch the trees wave away the sun

Once the golden day is done,

Nature lulls itself to sleep,

Silence. Not a peep.

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Stars sprinkled over Stygian sky,

A cloudless night in late July:

If these pleasures beckon you my dear,

Run away to the woods here.

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