once as a young lad
sad for she broke my heart
I sat out in a field
crying
inconsolibaly
I cried until the fields got moist
the wheat rose over my feet
the willow bent
her loathsome limbs over
my sunbaked skin
to shade me
and then
the night broke sudden over me
the field the willow the wheat
the crickets sang me a lullabye
the ground took my head in pillow
the stars sang sweetly overhead
the next day came cleansed
of sadness I overheard
the morning doves the squirrels
the trees dancing to the barely breeze
the grass groaning under me in ecstasy
and felt the essence of
gravity of
humility
my hands my lips wet
with nature's dew
I cried
with something new,
right then and there,
and that was the last of my
feeling sad for
myself,
I gained a sight a third
stronger wiser
eye,
and to this day,
I have never
forgot.