The landscape I beheld, no human artist could depict
No palette from a Constable produce such shades of green
The sombre cypress and the towering pine
The lighter hues of lime and mountain ash
Only the mind of the Creator, Power Unseen
Only the Hand Divine
Tranquillity I felt as I sat there, and all the air
Was filled with life-exuding joy - vibrant, carefree
The children's leap-frog shrieks and tumbling mirth;
A blackbird's song, the distant throb of a guitar
How timeless it all seemed! And could it be
a glimpse of heaven on earth?
The rapture passed. I watched the woman on the bench
Absorbed in her romance, pack up her bag and wander back to loneliness.
The old man fumbled for his stick, then tapped his way into the dark
Remembered images for him, I thought, were always green
No fading blossoms or decay were in his sightlessness
I wondered if he sensed the beauty, felt the peace
As he sat in the park.
