For English Forests
By Yasmine Dean
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.
Illustration: Anna Kuptsova
