The Walk
The field of clover, coated my feet, in softness, as i walked through the trees.
My next step, caught a glimpse of something small, following my path.
A frog had joined me, so small, but curious about me, as i was him.
His criss/crossing kept me moving slow, enjoying the cool breeze, sunlight twinkle, and peace of nature.
Birds stirred above, chirping, now and then.
Coming up on, where clover ends, and grass whispers, was the pond.
Lily pads floating, moss settling, with movement in its depths.
Standing on the bank, a mirror image, of the upward vision.
Perfect still life, of an upside down pasture.
You have to wonder, being in the sky, looking down, how different the world is.
