Cornfields
Of gold
Enigma
Of stone
Bees on
The wing
Hear the
Drone.
Meadows
green
Birds
Do sing
Is this
What nature
Brings.
River banks
Full of life
Down country
Path
walks
Husband and wife.
Combine harvester
Doing its thing
On cornfields
Made of gold
Everything dies
In nature
It’s a part of
Getting old