Poem: Where I Do Roam

YT link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kCreXMosgA8

Ambling, rambling, tumbling, twirling
I can see the sky is swirling
Wispy cloudy tendrils curling
Painting streaks across the sky
Gazing up at it am I

Call to me the birds who soar
Beetles of the forest floor
The chirp of crickets, nothing more
Fields of barley, wheat and rye
Gazing down at them am I

Call to me the winds so tender
Behold you now all natures splendour
Grasses thick and flowers slender
Open lands and oak trees high
Gazing round ...