Nature's Rhythm - Julian Clarke

You grabbed me by the heart
Oh please take me by the hand.
To run through the meadow to
The sound of the babbling brook.

Love making to Nature's rhythm
In the shade of the fruiting trees.
Our scented love mingling with
Sweet perfume of wild flowers.

Nature’s rhythm’s been kind
As we sit in our worn chairs,
Time drifts like shifting sands
Reminiscing – holding hands.

Julian Clarke