Gently rolling in clover
looking for four leaves
On the white cliffs of Dover
chalk as thick as thieves.
A blue butterfly drifts by
capturing the aroma of honey
the clouds are miles high
if you were to bet with any money.
A rainbow kisses time
bringing freckles to a dream
it rains and steam evaporates from lime
clouding the view way past the stream.
A kingfisher bold as brass
perches on a jet black stump
it takes pleasure from cool wet grass
making a bony cricket jump.
The clouds are miles high once again
the kingfisher swoops across the way
Its spitting fine spots of rain
And the rainbow is back out at play.