simple pleasures

I strolled along the river bank, in shade from woodland trees,
Fragrant wildflower scent, hanging in the breeze.
There, in amongst the colours, of all greens ever seen
I came across a waterfall, flowing in the mid drift stream.
Sunlight played in the waterfall, a glory to behold,
Shining in its crystals, turning them to gold.
Then I spied fisherman, white with wings, and webbed feet;
Ah a hungry heron, was out looking for a bite to eat.
Dragonfly's red and blue darted in and out the reeds.
I watched them, and listened to the birds among the trees.
I paddled in the stream, felt cold water on my toes,
laid back on grass, and let the flowers kiss my nose.
Gazing upon the heavens, two cloud were sailing by,
Just like giant horses, white stallions in the sky.
Later I chanced upon a glade, where I stopped to have a rest.
There I saw a sparrow, collecting foliage for its nest.
It hopped, and bobbed, and skipped about, busy as could be
And though it is a simple thing, a pleasure it was to see.
Then I climbed a nearby hillside to reach some higher ground,
So I could look upon the beauty of this valley I had found.
The sun draped lower in the sky, the day it had grown old.
The river, like a mirror, was shining green and gold.
That's when I heard their call, then they caught my eye,
A group of wild geese, flying silhouette against the sky,
Their beauty magnified by the backdrop of an, amber sunset,
Which crowned the dusk of a summers day I'll not soon forget.