When you realize that Heart & Earth are spelled with the same letters, it all starts to make sense.

Each landscape has a language of its own

rooted in time, evolved from a bedrock

lexicon lying deep beneath the surface

but overlaid with the lilts and accents,

the gestures and expressions of the sky

and sea, the twisting rivers which shape

the rugged highlands, lowlands, distant plains.

 

A part of the beautiful poem called

'The language of landscape' by Skyoak .

 

Taken at RockMead

 

 

 

Done