In the heart of ancient woodlands,
Where oaks and birches stand tall,
The land breathes with silent whispers,
A chorus of the wild, free and small.
The red fox, with eyes aglow,
Slips through the twilight's gentle haze.
In hedgerows deep, it finds its path,
A solitary wanderer in the maze.
High above, the red kite soars,
Its wings a brushstroke in the sky.
With keen eyes fixed on fields below,
It dances with the wind, so high.
Hares leap across the open moor,
Their shadows stretching in the dawn.
In fields of gold and verdant green,
Their graceful bounds, a fleeting yawn.
The badger, with its monochrome coat,
Emerges from its hidden lair.
By moonlight’s silver, it forages,
A creature of the night’s cool air.
Beneath the water’s tranquil flow,
The otter plays, with joyful glee.
Its sleek form weaves through river reeds,
A symbol of life’s carefree decree.
In coastal cliffs, the puffins nest,
With beaks so bright, they call the sea.
Their cries a melody of cliffs,
A testament to wild decree.
The deer move softly through the mist,
Their antlers rise, like ancient crowns.
In silent grace, they rule the glen,
The guardians of nature’s bounds.
From mountain peak to valley floor,
The UK's wild, a tapestry.
In every nook, in every crag,
A living hymn to the free.
Yet shadows loom, a growing strain,
Human touch, a silent bane.
Urban sprawl and poisoned air,
The wild struggles, unaware.
Forests felled and rivers tamed,
Habitats lost; species maimed.
In fields where hares once freely run,
Silent now, beneath the sun.
Plastic seas and poisoned streams,
Mar the otter’s playful dreams.
Puffins' cries grow faint and rare,
Their future hangs, a fragile air.
In the balance, the wild fights,
Against the pressures, day and night.
In unity, we must defend,
Our natural world, its rightful end.
For in this land, so rich, so vast,
Where nature’s hand has freely cast,
A masterpiece of life and breath,
A tale of wild, from birth to death.
I have been working on this one for a couple of months on and off -- there may be more to add