Green Steps With May.

 
And he sun pours down her cosmic dust  
While the wheat fields lie at heaven's rest  
And the wind so silent, travels past  
Barely grazing the far mountain's crest  
 
 
Serene like when a child takes a doze  
Inside his mother's bosom at dark night  
Then the dream fly where the heart goes  
Such is the moment spent in the fields of light  
 
Step by step i trip gently on beaten pathways  
Strive to feel the herds that over here, pass by  
Their meek bleat, heading straight to the meads  
When morning breaks bright,sparkling in dewy beads  
 
The fresh morn spreads a blissful atmosphere  
And the pines beyond the road, an aroma sheer  
Thickly laden with birds, chanting every tune  
It is fair May, the grass ripened, and fully grown  
 
And the days start to take longer and large strides  
The hills finely adorned, with the vernal brides  
In every field, hosts of daisies and sorts of growth  
Rainbows of patchwork canvas, painted by the only God.
 
"" I write from actual outings and real experiences""