To sit on a World War II gun battery,
crumbling tumble-down shelter to shaggy sheep,
symbol of war, hate and death.
To watch the early summer sun sinking
behind bold distant hills,
spilling fiery colour across clouds.
To listen to the last birdsong of evening,
eerie calls of pheasant hiding in wavy grass,
maniacal cries of horned beasts.
To see that blazing ball of flame
drip amber, pink and gold upon the settled sea.
To experience a moment of peace
removed from this world of madness, fear and sorrow.
Life-affirming minutes;
we exist now, at this time,
we are here.
Beautiful! Nature is always so peaceful yet powerful and inspiring. š»
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It’s good medicine! š
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Next to laughter, the best!
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Love it ā¦ the peace of nature today in the setting that flashes back at the horror of what was. Well done, E R.
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Thanks, it was a special moment. š
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This is beautiful – the transformation of something with that history into a magical space to experience peace.
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Thank you – it the transformation nature has performed that makes it special.
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