I stroll in the evening
dusk turning into night
owls beginning to call
rustles in the hedgerows
a time of tranquillity
air now heavy with scents
as the breeze gently flows
stirring the tree tops
bats I see on the wing
hark a nightingale sings
shadowy shapes against
darkening night skies
this time always magical
deer slipping through
on their way to drink
I perch on a trunk
sit quietly listening
drinking in the atmosphere
totally at one with all
I relinquish every day cares
to the beauty of nature
at one with my surroundings