I remember how the heat felt down in Kent
The flowers beside the cafe gleamed like dawn
How I see the colours smell the scent
All was new and fresh the world reborn.
Sometimes sun and heat may make us still.
We cannot hurry on in search of more
And acting from our nature, not our will
We feel at one with weeds and small wild flowers.
The blind man closed his eyes to see the scene.
He smelt the nectar, heard the little bees
And life was then as real as our best dream.
Floating with the small birds on the breeze.
I’m happy bto be slow and feel embraced
By nature and the sun with golden face
