The silky blue and the silky green
The rocks and the rubble
The browns and the greys

The orange flower pots filled with peat
Flowers reaching out their buried roots
wildly drinking up the silky blue-
speckled white with rain-buckets full

There roams the cattle big family group
across the silky green munching as they go
Calves kicking up their heels frolicking
in the dewy wet grass their carpet and their breakfast

Where does man-flesh fit passing as he does each day brief
One could be gardener seeing to the silky green
Another predicting weather out the silky blue
One digs up grey rocks out the brown for building walls-
To help the farmer herd his cattle

Another sits recording a passing scene forever changing
Forever the same forever one passing hour
One passed moment a time recorded gone
His pen finally falling silent.