Capability Brown

Lancelot Brown
Standing gazing
feeling breathing stone
small in a world of handsome trees and storm
waved his little hand
and a different world was born

"If only" he thought "if I
could recreate this bliss
where the world of green can kiss the blue of the sky
and the taming of nature's beast
wilderness beauty and cultivation debt
could blend into a heavenly garden, well at least
if God laughs at my effort and sweat
he knows i tried to make a paradise here
fusion of the wild, tempered by the kind"

And with that in mind
he wandered the land
and he stamped his northumbrian dream
with the wave of his hand

Lancelot Brown (1716 – 1783)