The roar of the waterfalls
Lifelessness of the green moss
Wind blown tress with bare branches
Golden paths of the fallen leaves.
Busy lives and fast flowing days
Sometimes weeks and months go by,
Finding time with each other
Exploring nature in our own ways.
Togetherness never felt so good.
Picnics and tea in flask
Children busy in their own ways
We try to understand one another.
From Aysgarth falls
To Buttermere in Lake District
Driving through small quaint villages
Having bake well tarts and coffee
Happiness is being with each other.