Walking the dogs

So I was walking, walking in the rain.
Dogs running, playing games.
I come across these hidden gems;
Nature, Springtime, growing stems.

And there I see an old hedgerow;
Twisty, turny branches grow.
Gnarly, snarly boughs entwined;
Trunks, stumps and ivy bind.

Around and through and in between;
The ivy leaves a creeping green.
Still walking, walking in the rain.
Dogs running playing games.