Green Hills And Memories Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Sounds of the morning light,
Of birds in the trees,
Resting from flight,
And the wood pigeon coos so gently.
This is my start of the day,
And I wouldn't want it,
Any other way.
The woodland I see from my window,
The mountain view is so clear,
It's such a pleasure to sit here,
In the arms of nature so near.
Time to reflect on my memories,
This morning is calm and still,
There's no better moment than this I know,
As I look to the green rolling hills.

Jayne Louise Davies