Field Of Green

I gazed upon a field in May;
Just when the sun was shining through;
The clouds of white were brushed away
Upon the gentle breeze that blew.

Across that field of green was spread
A multitude of colored blooms;
With yellow touched and splashed with red
And bits and dabs of many hues.

Upon the white of Queen Anne's lace
A golden flutter caught my eye.
A rush of wings before my face
Sent wisps of blue up to the sky

A strutting band of swirling clouds
Went marching 'cross the glowing sphere
In dimming light of hazy shrouds
I felt a cooling drop of angels tear

A thousand and a thousand tears
Upon that little patch of land
I felt them gentle on my hair
And on my outstretched hand.

The clouds paraded proudly by
And onward cheered by shifting breeze
A golden shaft from out the sky
Fell glistening throughout the trees

And brightly shinning,reappeared,
The Sun proclaimed the shower passed
And turned a thousand tiny tears
To di'mond sparkles on the grass

A golden song bird came to rest
Upon my teary hand he sat
I stroked the roundness of his breast
I've felt no silk as soft as that

He turned his tiny head up high
And measured out in flawless tone,
A tender lilting lullaby
That drifted deep within my soul

No classic score that man might play
Nor canvas ladened artist scene
Could know the beauty of the day;
I gazed upon a field of green.

- Edna Huber (May 1995)