First, they sculpt hillsides from heaps

Shape my landscape

Add dimensions and distance

And time passes

Then, they form pathways

Fire roads and footpaths

That form borders and order

As time passes

Gravel pits fill from rainfall

Creatures find home

At the end of a spring, frogs spawn

And time passes

The wood pigeons clatter in branches

Shadows of wings storm through space

Birds sing out the words of a song

As time passes

They turn what was into what will be

Fashion a future from pasts that hold fast

Fists wrapped round fences

And time passes

Trees grow from saplings to strength

The earth yields a glory of green leaves

A fabric of flowers, foxgloves, bluebells, poppies and primrose

As time passes

They sow the seeds, plant into bare earth, turn barren land

Into my land

Return to fertile earth,

Return my land