Wild Fields

Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild Free, untamed, and fallow Where the weeds reign unflinching Exhaling fragrant blooms and countless seeds Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild Where erratic winds blow And mice and winged migrants forage A land that does not bend to cultivation Or manufactured lawn And blackened pavement Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild Passed by, forgotten, unused And yet it inspires Because it stands unyielding Without submission To produce organized space, nourishment, and foundation Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild How long has it been Since you ran unhindered Through unmanaged grounds of rich foliage Where decorum does not apply And spirits unclothe themselves Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild And longed to leave this world of paths To transcend the laws of man This narrow realm of limits