The countryside nostalgia

I yearn to see giants...giants of mountains
That give life to gorges and gorgeous cascades,
I yearn to see that smoky morning puff of waterfalls
Ushered by humming waters that gush downstream.
I yearn to gaze at that, once more.

Those forever gliding rivers that bestow life 
To evergreens along their banks all year long,
With perfectly warm water to soak your feet 
And perhaps hook a fish or two 
Mmmh! Let me smell spring, once again.

Those chaotic spiky shrubs that bear succulent 
Brambleberries that shade thy mouth black or maroon,
Trouble? We'd go thru that; the cuts from the thorns
Matter not; for the berries are rewarding.
O! How I miss those joyful episodes.

The quick-step dance by humming canaries
As they sway females - reinforcing their territory,
Those expanding vocal sacs of croaking toads
As they summon their counter-partner into ponds.
"O me! O life!" Show me that, once more.

Those shimmery blades of grass glazed in morning dew,
That morning halo; with harmoniously unfurled cirrus,
That early whiff of fresh air from the woods,
O my! The naive Impalas playing skip in the bushvelds,
The shy sun concealing itself at dusk - leaving behind hues of orange scatter'd; suddenly darkness creeps in.
I yearn - I yearn, for a little bit of that; once again.