The sun touches my skin,
I sit by the pitch.
My pockets are light,
But my day has been rich.
The turbines are turning,
The ones on the hill.
I sit and watch rowers,
I've got time to kill.
I notice every bird,
Each butterfly too.
Admire their freedom,
Backdropped by blue.
What a privilege it is,
To sit here I know.
Folk forget it's a gift,
They don't see the bow.
I know what it's like,
To go long without.
Fresh air or sunshine,
I'm lucky no doubt.
I'll never forget,
Or take it for granted.
To sit alongside,
The greenery planted.
Look up at the sky,
And down at the grass.
Take it all in,
It could go in a flash.
Soon I will pay for it,
I know this is true.
But what a wonder it is,
To take in the view.
