After many visits to the park through the years, mostly in Autumn as that is my favourite season, I wrote the poem that you can read it in this picture of Uncle Harold.
Every time I stand in awe looking at what I see there, insects crawling on the ground, birds picking up their food, mushrooms, flowers, Hazelnut trees with dozens of little insects in them and it’s the one time that I just have no words to describe the beauty of creation.
When I am there, I usually am quiet and just look around in wonder. But it was when I took this photo that the words for this poem came up in me and I wrote them down quickly and I said a prayer before I went home.
“Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds!”
Luke 12 verse 24 NIV