Over the hills, and far away, a covering of trees,
standing in a distant place, in green fields,
as flocks of birds, they fly out of the trees and far away,
and what a wonder are natures revelries,
that have risen out of the soil,
in such varieties and so splendidly,
and how wonderfully the eyes they do spoil us,
as we clamber over stiles and gates,
and we head towards them on a walk to have a picnic there,
and to while the time away,
to ease our minds and to explore the trees,
and to take photographs,
of all of the wonders of creation there,
and how wonderfully the imagination is sparked,
by all that we see, on a beautiful walk to a distant place,
with smiles and happy faces,
yes, a day spent so pleasantly, and magnificently,
in the cool breeze as we climb up and down hills,
and walk along down drovers’ tracks,
headed for the woodland on the hills,
that we are getting ever nearer to,
the place where we will have our picnic,
and camp out under the stars,
and where we will watch the sunset sat by a fire,
and relax in peace and calm,
amongst natures beauties, and in tranquillity,
yes, oh, how wonderful it will be,
camping out under the stars beneath the trees.
