A car park graced with red brick walls;

With climbing Nasturtiums so bright and bold.

Wide coloured funnels, sweet nectar for bees,

Delicious to eat with peppery flowers and leaves.

The tiniest garden on an old churchyard wall;

Minute little Moss flowers on cute tiny stems;

Cushions of Lichen caress the old stone;

For our tiniest creatures, a place to call home.

Wherever there is industry, Nature finds a way;

To emerge as brisk as ever, everywhere, as bright as day;

From cracks between the pavement slabs, from broken cracks and holes;

Mother Nature is always welcome, it's her home too after all.

Wherever there are ancient walls and old tin roofs;

Wherever there are doorways, gateways and busy roads;

Wherever man has tried to weed, Nature flourishes ever more;

Filling everywhere with life for urban dwellers to enjoy. 

Walking in the park near the railway station;

I noticed healthy Lichen growing on the tree branches;

I paused to take a breath and said 'thank you' out loud,

Because wherever there is Lichen, the air is pure beneath the clouds.

As the trees line the roadways, leaves drift down beneath;

Autumn falling on the city as nights are drawing in;

Some scatter into corners, some lay flat on pebbled stones;

Adding colour, shape and beauty to the cityscape called home.

At the edge of town on the railway line;

A patchwork wonder of gardening delight;

WIth flowers, fruits and seedlings, vegetables and herbs;

An ambiance of calm enfolds this pleasant, peaceful world.

In the middle of the Midlands, along the old canal;

A water world of calm and peace is there to be found;

With towpaths joining towns to fields out in the countryside;

As Ducks paddle swiftly and Swans gently glide.