I Am The Scent Of Pollens On The Air
They think I am the sea, that crashes onto the beach.
I am also the brook that trickles through the meadow
And underneath the trees.
They see me rise as a mist from the great ditches, and swirl around ancient stones early in the morning.
I am a chattering bird that congregates and flies around them.
These ‘people’ believe me to be the frost that settles during the cold nights.
They blame me, because I am the rain that pours, that floods……..that also nourishes.
They watch my friend, The Sun, rise and fall as she waves at me as I pass.
I am the forest … the forest they fear…. The forest they love.
They luxuriate in the grasslands and stroll along the paths.
They are busy……. They believe the must be busy.
I am the scent of pollens on the air, and I am the gaudily coloured fish that swim.
The ice, I am.
The, winds, the seas, the rivers, the mountains, the plains, the trees…..
I am!
These ‘people’, ….I am.
They live on me.
They use me……. They abuse me.
I am ‘She’ who must nourish them….
Must I?
Here are a selection of photos taken in different locations around Britain. Doing what I do…. And as much as I do…. I am totally in love with our planet and all she does for us.
Britain is beautiful
Travel is good.
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