Nocturne

Across the rolling hills I heard the sighs
Of trees in rambling woods as evening fell.
In the dusk the creatures closed their eyes,
In summer heat - the drowsy, lazy spell,
Of gentle rain was falling from the skies,
Causing heads to droop and streams to swell.
The water dripped and rushed on to the sea,
Away from hills, from forests, and from me.


Martin Locock, 1985