Of a morning,when silence blankets the farm, a peace lands within.

           As the minutes tick, a train travels, with the only sound, of wheels,

             touching track.

           As i make my way, to the barn, i catch sight of a Cardinal, perched on wire,

             watching with caution.

           A slight breeze erupts, pushing tin against metal, stirring sounds of

             windchimes,

           After chores are done, a calm settles.

           The fields are coming alive, with a wash of sunrise.

           Birds chirping, dogs barking, put the silence to sleep.

           The land is awake.

           Time moves on.

           Spotted a yellow butterfly.

           In the midst of summer, when butterflies are abundant, watching

              gives knowledge.

           Strange thing is, they like dog poop.

           Wouldn't have believed, if someone had told, but seeing is truth.