One Morning In Normandy

Beside a stream,

Beneath a tree,

The wood behind,

A ruined abbey I see.

The cows to moan,

The lambs do leap,

The birds do sing,

The butterflies sleep.

The dew has gone,

The Sun has rose,

The air is still,

And I here, compose.

Written in Normandy, France in May(?) 1985.