The Yorkshire Moor's

I walk along the shadow way, alert for any sound
Aware of my soft footfalls upon the soggy ground
Towards a path of hushing leaves and bogs all verdant crowned
My spirit alive with imagings of history all around
So let the art of silence penetrate the clouded mind
Live your walk through nature and the answer's you will find
As sun and cloud change places and shadow turns to light
You understand the answers because you get the questions right
Revealing landscape's that appear like laid-out inner dreams
The healing sound of waster, in busy rushing streams
Time to count your blessings, diminish your extremes
Stand still on Yorkshire's Moor's and remember what life means
Enshrouded by such vastness, you humbly find your pride
Each step you take gets stronger upon a goodwill tide
A new reality rise's as you walk the Moor at dawn
Of light and air and hope renewed, ongoing not withdrawn