If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the rivers aside,
I would splash the hillsides blue and cover them in my diaries.
I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green,
And sew a line of bracken along the landscape, just in between.
I'd lay down a purple carpet of heathers as well,
I'd fill the woods with all its lilac bells.
Then i would splash and merge the heathers up,
Like an exquisite nature's cup.
I'd mix and merge all elements
With all the mountains, rivers and trees, in caves.
Then i would make a canvas more exquisite than any other,
Then nature can't also improve it further,
It would not just a painting,
But whole nature confined within.