The Shire.

In the midst of a path

Patter of gravel beneath

Beautiful sight flatters my eye

The abundance of colours to admire

Reminds me of the comfy Shire

I see leaves of green

I see leaves of yellow

I see dangling leaves of red in the meadow

And ancient and mellow trees

They have seen so many things

An admirative stroll through the park,

the garden, the woods

Smell the outdoors

The pretty flowers

The smell of burning wood soothes

Now don't be hasty

This word is for thee

Let your mind escape from the mundane

Escape the mundane and breathe the air

Feel the wind against your hair

Close your eyes as the sun is beaming

Written by Matias Ekman

Photos by Noora Helminen