Amaze

In quiet lanes where morning dew still clings,
A sudden burst of colour paints the sky — Marigolds unfurl, their golden whispers sing,
And hearts, astonished, feel their spirits fly.

The old oak sighs, its branches broad and wide,
Revealing nests where sparrows dare to play;
A child’s wide eyes, with wonder open‑eyed,
Reflect the world in soft, astonished grey.

Thus awe arrives, not loud but gently keen,
A subtle spell that turns the ordinary green
Into a marvel — soft, sincere, serene — A British hush of amazement, unseen.