I viewed the packhorse bridge from through the lens,
  And captured for eternity the scene.
  The photograph, with defects unforeseen,
Ensured I must go back and make amends.
Returning some years later, nature’s ends
  Had forged a tree afront – the view serene
  Had changed from mien of stones to tones of green;
I cursed my visit’s lack of dividends.
But finding alteration was no curse;
  My anger left me penitent in shame –
I crossed the bridge and viewed all from reverse,
  And found the tree now worthy of acclaim.
A prospect new, far better than the first;
  The tree inspiring joy, though just the same.

Lance Strawson.

Lance Strawson lives in south Devon, but is a regular visitor to Cumbria. His haiku poems about the Lake District can be found at Lake District Haiku.