Rolling hills and jagged peaks, bubbling brooks and flowing creeks,

Vast swathes of trees turn green to gold, with hues that shift in ebbs and flows,

Ten thousand bricks in reds and browns, transforming clays from cliffs to towns;

And here between the sea and land, the speckled straw expanse of sand,

Gleaming towers, slate grey tiles and tarmac trails extend for miles,

Twinkling stars and harbour lights, to sodium glare transforming nights,

Shades and dancing shadows bright, creating shifting city sights;

And there beyond the winding road, stand stones with tales from long ago,

What tales perhaps we’ll never know, symbolic meanings come and go,

In landscape then and now align, a layered view of place and time.