There in the budded musk,
Sanded brown at dusk.
Defiant pillars to the winds,
Bountiful strength within.
Alone – in the hot, thick night,
Nought but downy dunes in sight.
There go the silent shepherds,
In their slow, musky herds.
Hail – the dromedary! Creatures quite extraordinary.
Camelus dromedarius, gentle and mysterious.
The winds brushing the palm trees,
Singing our soft and silent ease.
The warm painted walls dispel,
The clanging toll of London’s bell.
Sand and sea entice and murmur,
Could your cares and worries be further?
The muffled echoes of tranquil streets,
Caress and offer sun-kissed treats.
Heaven, heaven am I really here?
Did that darkling cloud truly clear?
Spanish guitar and sweet-iced sangria,
Blessed in the boughs of violet bougainvillea.
Heed the call of the wild,
Seek and discover Nature’s child,
Breathe in that salty wind,
As the shadow of our hearts rescind.
Feel the echoes and shivers,
As the gusts whip up the rivers,
Cobwebs of ache torn apart,
Here in the Scottish tempest’s heart.
Then in to the warm embrace,
Of a homely hearth, fire ablaze.
To sip on whisky and winter,
Content as our souls sinter.
The sleek steel tendrils lifted,
To the sky, the green they gifted.
People walk touching the clouds,
Swathed in warm leafy shrouds.
Gentle star lights glimmering,
Nature and human design-imaging.
This divine cohabitation –
Offers up to all some salvation.
The yellow and violet sky
Winks down with weepy eye.
To see man and nature be free,
Finding at last some sweet harmony.