The Soul of the Field - Photo Art Print

The Soul of Nature

Oh sweet grass, wind-rustled leaves entwined
In tender love of the royal divine
I hear storys throughs its emeralds weave
The soul of Nature, laid bare to me

Stretches far and beyond my sight
Till the distant fields and trees a-light
The peace I find, in gentle hum
Softly secrets Nature's secrets come

Rich and deep, it calls from the earth
A song that fills my soul with mirth
The sound of Soil, in perfect harmony
The soul of Nature, laid bare I see

AI Mary Shelley