Nature to Machine

Sweet night

Comforting fog that looms

The church bells ring

Echoing, rolling through

These great green hills

The animals lie asleep

Attuned to mans rythmn

The path I walk

Is lit by silver moonlight

Songs played

From the violins of crickets

Soon my path will end

I will find myself

In a new kind of light

Author: Jack Bennett

Born in Torbay, living in Bristol. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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