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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