Reflecting on a lovely day

The Loch was like a plate of glass and the sound of birdsong everywhere.
To escape from the household chores to the peace and beauty of the loch reminded me of my favourite verse childrens poetry.

"Along the clover field I ran,
to where the little wood began,
and then I understood at last,
why I had come so far so fast.
On every leaf, of every tree
a fairy sat and smiled at me."

No fairies, just birds.