The cafe by the sea in Kent

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