The beauty of life, this beautiful girl

May you lend me a moment of your precious time
for to tell a story in words which may rhyme
about my love of nature, especially one fine place
where I used to wander in earlier days
I take a road which leads to her door
Long and winding, you’ve heard it before
Since always with passion, I arrive to her eager
because it’s always too long since the last time I seen her
And there she lies, all bare in nature
The beauty of life, a most beautiful creature
At first I walk her plains oh so even
while silence befalls apart from deep breathing
As I wander in circles tasting sensations
of this wilderness born of endless temptations
and above in the distance I see the two distant peaks
of which I’ve wanted to climb for god knows how many weeks
and as I slowly ascend those majestic mountains
They appear to grow larger, the tops sort of pouting
I enjoy the spectacle as I rise even higher
knowing in their shadow, I can never get tired
Finally I weave my route to the simple crest
as I realise in this heat I’m a bit over dressed
So I take off my clothes never leaving the alter
of my worshipping flower I constantly water
And from this great height I gaze all around
like an overflowing river, I start to trickle down
And soon far below I enter a crevice
Descending in darkness from the peaks of Ben Nevis
While somewhere above I hear a seagull cry
The sea below opens before my eyes
And there for a moment I stop and gaze
At this scene of natural wonder, truly amazed
By the joy of life which envelopes my soul
the beauty of life, this beautiful girl