Lily of the Valley

I know a secret valley
Which fire has lain bare
But contours now exposed
Still hide a beauty rare

For deep within the shadows
Beneath the silver moon
When all the earth is black
It is her time to bloom

She rises from the ashes
Laced in scarlet red
A dancing tongue of flame
Upon the valley bed

She smiles upon the landscape
As hope is rediscovered
In the midst of desolation
She’s one of God’s beloved

Wayne Visser © 2004


Wishing Leaves: Favourite Nature Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together nature poems by Wayne Visser, celebrating the diversity, beauty and ever-changing moods of our planet. The anthology includes many old favourites like “I Think I Was a Tree Once” and “A Bug’s Life”, as well as brand new poems like “Monet’s Dream” and “The Environmentalist”. Then as we turned our faces to the moon / Our hands entwined, our hearts in sync, in tune / We felt the fingers of the silken breeze / And made our wishes on the falling leaves / A gust of wind set off a whispered sigh / Among the trees that leaned against the sky.  Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.