Slow silver stream navigates its way, Down through a copse, past homely house, A place of tranquil rest for today, Where all is quiet as a mouse. Gazebo reflects in water deep, Plunging waterfall gives great effect, Ragged banks beneath a Poplar tree, Where flotsam and jetsam must collect. Young budding leaves emanate from trees, Dappling the carpet of marsh marigold, A host of golden daffodils-please, God's greatest creation, well controlled. There in that beautiful morning dew, Through leaves long rotted to feed the earth, A deluge of snowdrops, poking through, Lovely mother nature giving birth. My beautiful England in early spring Captured, created for evermore, I hear the blackbird and song thrush sing, In this beautiful landscape I adore.