grain like grass tickles the sky from the ground
flowers wink coyly waiting to be picked
even fruit abounds, grapefruit or cherries?
the Sun smiles down over it all and a gentle haze has set in
its quiet now, no people to disturb the wildlife
at first just a few small birds appear to welcome the animals to the stage of unfettered life
but after these little harbingers crusade into the locus, others are on their heels
a deer hops over some brush and announces itself with an ear flick
the pond sits and watches it all, reclining into the Earth peacecfully
A goose alights on his belly.
the golden meadow stretches nearly as far as the eye can see before it is swallowed by a forest
but here in the mead, all is swell and the air is fair