Below the golden fields of tall wheat
lies a slow flowing stream of shallow depth
The scent of spruce fills the cool breezy air
along with a gentle buzzing of the bees as
they pollinate every flower in the fields.

Time almost stands still while looking up at
sparse motionless and wispy-like clouds
Turning my face into the warm cast rays of
sunshine, I stand until a GLOW covers me
Today I am blessed amongst all men.