Beautiful Grove

I crossed over meadows and fields of the springtime The sunlight was shining the sky was so blue, And there lay before me a patchwork of colour As I gazed in awe at that wonderful view. I stood on the bridge that was spanning the river Looked down on the water that gently flowed by, Its music I heard that was soft and so soothing As there on the surface reflections did lie. Of hawthornthat wore the sweet blossoms of May and Were draping the banks like a cascade of snow, I paused for a moment to take in its wonder As over the landscape the fresh breeze did blow. Scented and laced with the perfume of flowers As then through the heart of the country I strove, Past parsley lined verges I came to the woodland Then rested within such a beautiful grove. While there in the shade of the newly-leafed branches I sat and I watched as the morning did pass, Amidst all the bluebells so pretty together That gracefully bloomed through the long waving grass. While gaily the butterfly flew from the shadows When caught in the sunbeams its velvet wings shone, I watched as it weaved and then fluttered about me Then soared to the treetops and then it was gone. I then closed my eyes and I listened to nature The song of the blackbired embellished the air, And then I did wish that this day last forever For all of my days I could spend living there. No dream could be finer than sights I had witnessed Nor better the pattern God's tapestry wove, For there I found heaven existing around me When I did dwell in that wonderful grove.