Blue Fields of Wild Indigo

blue fields of wild indigo chirping red robins bobbing house wrens perched high sing a soft lullabye as the black mother hen fluffs her fresh nest of twigs to lay her speckled eggs the first leg of lady spring is here her sweetest scent is floating in the air with the buzzing bumble bees the white aura of this virgin beauty flows like a river in a brisk breeze through our hair not long before she disappears and the first tender sprouts of july rye will appear come on lets run through the blue fields of wild indigo where the quarterhorses roam we'll play with the frisky spotted fawn until sundown while we're young and free lets live like gods until dawn sowing our oats in the sun's glory until we need our coats of down on a dead of winter morning