Natures Pace

And golden ears of corn stretched to listen, to the suns warming ray of words, as stems swayed and rattled. In the next field yellow Sunflowers genuflected, lifted their heads to their heavenly maker, turning not to lose his eye. And the sun beat of an egg blue sky, a blanket of life for all to nestle. Only song rained, spilling from the throats of lofty Skylarks sharing their delight on this miracle of days. Hawthorne, Bramble and Blackberry wrestled creating a thorn haven for Blackbird and Thrush as they cared for the young ever gaping mouths. Bumble bees and Hover flies darted flower heads, intoxicated on the abundance of rich pollen, the flower kissed and life is granted. The fruits ripen, Field mice nibble the sweet corn's tender pods, and the Buzzard glides softly with searching eye. This day takes place with no rush or haste, no agenda to adhere to, just to amble at natures pace. And on I walk forever lost.