Nature

Blake was keen on Nature
And how it made him feel
It wasn’t scientific
He was loathe to reveal
What got him ticking over
His truth was his and he
Took it as his gospel
And his philosophy.

The artist and the poet
in him
Visions galore
Under trees he held account
He just could not ignore
The graciousness around him
His ideas they were there
And they became his actual truths
That he was prepared to share