Silence, stillness hangs brittle by the breeze Break it not, leave it free For that quiet is sound to me Lilting from each flower, a melody to see Mellow meadow, your mood steeped in cadence View each note, see it pass Sustained by the swaying grass Treasured tune of nature, sedate supernal mass Landscape splendour, spirit mender No extent of beauty equals yours Season sender, harsh and tender Answer to all yearnings and yet their cause Shafts of sunlight shine thinly through the trees Golden rays, parched with dust Thirst for clarity and just A little glimpse of life down beneath this foliar crust Womblike woodland, one chaste copse confined Stay untouched, undefiled All Gods garden growing wild Blooming forth in freedom so sweetly reconciled Landscape splendour, spirit mender No extent of beauty equals yours Season sender, harsh and tender Answer to all yearnings and yet their cause Unending, time suspending Terrestrial creation Rainstorm rapids rush swollen down the slopes Cleansing all in their path Not one stone left unbathed Just waterpools and wormcasts remain as aftermath Holy hillside, the alter of the plains All is seen from your brow To that face the four winds bow As magi to the Saviour and oxen to their plough Landscape splendour, spirit mender No extent of beauty equals yours Season sender, harsh and tender Answer to all yearnings and yet their cause
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