In the Fields

Hay, hay, everywhere
On the ground, in my hair
My dress ruffles in the breeze
Cool evening calms buzzing bees
Golden flecks on sun browned arms
Sweet scents of summer fill this farm
My mind flew with birds now nesting
Crickets call a time for resting
In the calm, In the stillness
Time stops, not night or day
This, right now, takes my breath away

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