Out wandering over hills,
hills,
across roads and past hedgerows and daffodils,
out wandering in the rain, the sun and the snows,
out wandering in the sunshine and the blue skies,
and under the clouds and the windmills,
and walking up and down the hills,
and riding the bicycle for thrills,
and wearing wellington boots,
and out walking in the mud and in the floods,
and feeling happy in the sunshine drinking cider and wine,
and feeling happy upon a bus,
watching the countryside roll past and not minding the time,
and out feeling good with such beautiful visions in my eyes,
and happy rolling around in the grass,
and feeling ecstatic in the woods,
and boisterously climbing the trees,
and happy in the streams and the rivers,
and the oceans and the seas,
and happy clambering over the rocks upon the beaches,
and happy sitting on the sand that is as clean as can be,
and happy in nature,
happy in beauty,
happy in natures glory and its majesty,
happy in peace,
happy in silence and happy in tranquillity,
and glad to be free,
glad to be free to explore all that I can see,
glad to be, glad to be me,
wandering where I wish,
roaming everywhere without a care,
climbing over stiles and walking for miles,
walking for miles and miles,
walking, running, and skipping everywhere,
and feeling so alive,
and enjoying nature, and enjoying life,
and out enjoying the freshest of air,
with the leaves on the trees blowing,
and with the wind rustling through my hair.