The skylark's don't make their home in the trees or wooded areas as a surprise, they even avoid sparsely tree growth areas - they tend to make their nests on the ground in shrubs of croplands, cereal grasses, marshes or meadows. The females build the nests and the male helps out. They prefer low green herbage, feed and do most activities on the ground. Because of their brown colour they can easily camouflage with the surrounding vegetation and natural colours of plants and the ground

The Lagoon Of Elizabeth's Vision

Elizabeth's Eyes

Elizabeth's eyes are like the skylarks mince pies

They twinkle and spy an orchid in a ring of lilacs in the lake of princess Diana

Syringa Vulgaris the flower that fascinates the bird

She dances and tosses her wings at levels of the heights that the farmgirl murmers softly when she makes love to the herdsman

She purrs her song to the crows and eagles who dare 

She takes a measured step off a bough to gently flutter her wings in the nectarine powdered pollen air

Elizabeth's eyes are like a Cleopatra hawk

She visualises an aristocrat of a man

He the cool brown cloaked Marquis of Carrabass to take her hand and fly her to the other side of the red and orange firework dawn  

The skylark teases and coaxes Elizabeth to be free and let go of her inhibitions

Only in her dreams does she have the courage to kiss the Prince of the pristine feathers

He takes her to the corners of the universe no-one has ever been to - just a tiny beating heart of the skylark that throbs amongst the heather

The new day has come

She surrenders her essence and expects nothing less than the decadent heaven

Elizabeth has travelled 360degrees, full circle, the bird has now returned back to the homeland

The skylark has relinquished its power

Elizabeth's eyes are  now the keeper of the mirage of the skylark waiting on the seashores of the Severn

 

She Is The Queen

This Taylor of the screen

The National Velvet rider

The imagination of Alice In Wonderland at the high tea dinner rooms of Harrods muffins and cream

The one who stands out and is the pride of the British Pomp and Queens Trooping The Colour

This Taylor of the Rome, Anthony's Cleopatra

The Roman Empress with her dulcet staff of rule

The smitten King of the army garrison

He to carry out her feminine wishes, his indelible hardened command they all adhered to

She is the all encompassing, bejewelled, head of the Alexandria palace, HRH, a will of steel

The Andorra soft feline cat of the unstoppable eyes

She reaches farther than any of her country men and women had ever seen

Her Excellency, she bathes in pure milk, from the victorious showers of the waterfalls of Pegasus

The skylark, victoriously emerges supreme

She is the doyen of the firmament, the skylark is The Queen

The Skylarks Face

The windows of her soul, mirror of her Rivers Of Babylon

The vines of her feelings entwine with her lovers ardant emotions

She dances in a pool of wishes

The skylark delicately moves and shows her wanton yearning for the D'Artagne Prince

The pristine Princess up in the Ivory Tower

The London enigma in all her poignant distress and innocence 

A marriage of untruths, all be it, she stood firm and refused to cower

The skylark, from her lips she breathed a stanch, ground shaking power

A beauty, she pulled no punches

She of the tulip rose, the fair skin of the Japanese lady

The most natural of kabuki makeup, her lips tinged a blood red

The skylark, crimson kiss of the Goddess Hemera, she seduces and tantalizes till your mind is on fire like the sunset

The deep jewelled honesty in her eyes 

She has the mysterious wide orbs of the blue and green dragonfly

Her cheeks are a soft pillow for a sapphire bracelet in a treasure trove of a Cartier box lined with white lace

The skylark looks are a hypnotic vision of a swan rising from the Guinevere Lake 

Hers is a snowy, pheonix-like complexion

Her back arches gracefully as she dives into the Trevi Fountain

Christine sings so effortlessly, the Phantom by Sir Lloyd Webber, Eric runs his fingers along her jaw, and traces

The very end is the meaning and telling story, the joy, the passion, the revelation of the skylarks face