Down in the valleys
Where thorns grow thick
If you fall over
You're bound to get a prick.
The green rolling hills
Where the streams flow free
Glistening in the sun
Beauty for all to see.
Pebbled rivers move
Across shallow ways
Water crystal clear
Differing everyday.
They grey clouds above
From where the rain falls
Soaked through to the skin
But at home the fire roars.
Back to the cottage
Hot chocolate in hand
Watching flames flicker
Simplicity is grand.
