There you are

For hours now I search for you
Across chalky downs of grass
Jewels a plenty everywhere
But where are you I ask

Breathe in the air of purity
Of wild nature’s way
You’re still not here or thereabouts
Stare unblinking down all day

Look to the beech and oak trees
Help me, where to go
Ancient friends they whisper
Arms yawning rise to show

Drifting further over land
Legs rooting to the spot
Up I go regardless
You’re calling from the top

In the sky above the world
Wind stopping time and sound
I hear blue diamonds on my face
Arcing flutter to the ground

Lands on a silver tower glowing
Scent of otherworldly being
There you are on spiral steps
Your presence I am seeing

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Jack Wallington

I'm an RHS qualified garden designer living in Clapham, London who loves growing plants and designing with them. Follow me on Twitter.

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