Spring is here isn't it.?
Flowers, pink blue red yellow & green.
Begin to bloom
Sky still grey & dismal.
Yesterday , spring,sprang.
Sky opened.
And down she beams.
Back on the bus-tard.
1 2 3, rabbits bounce joyfully in the open field that stretches for miles.
Miles of fresh fresh green grass.
As i catch them with my eye,from the top of the double decker bus-tard.
Playing free.
A white & brown horse .
Sheep cows.
yes this is the garden of England (Kent).
Such beauty grows.
Houses proudly show off there 15ft hedges.
Styled hedge.
One shaved & pruned to perfection.
In the shape of an elephant.
A peaceful desolate graveyard.
Layed to rest are the loved ones.
Grief stricken, people come brandishing flowers.
To decorate & let live the love all had & still have.
Still have thoughts,memories.
Heartache.
Love lives on beyond the grave .
Most of which ime sure were brave.
Love lives on in the heart & memory. of loved ones.
That's how we never die..
Make sure to have a child.
To carry your memory & name.
For that is our purpose alone.
Tall tress .
Must be hundreds of years old.
Green for miles.
In the horizon.
Grey mist.
Gathers around.
Shading the deep green grass.
Orchards & farms.
Mechanical machines, lay around the farms.
Smell the hay & breath healthy.
Before hitting the city .
Suffocated by car fumes.
Is the air in the city.
River run for miles through cutting countryside.
Ducks,swans ,& other wild life...
Harbour around the river.
With bridges made of old stone ,here and there.
A church.
Sat lonely. and somewhat sad looking.
In the middle of no where.
Just field upon field.surrounding it.
Ime feeling sorry & pitiful for the lonely church.
As most people (not all)but most..
Have deserted the church.
Believe in yourself.
Hence no need for so called god.
Bus is coming into maidstone.
Leaving the countryside behind ...
good bye beautiful. site.
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