Amber Sheaves

The sun warms me as I roam

The grain sways gently in the field

The ocean of amber delights my eyes

I can smell the grain around me

Everything is tranquil here

I listen to the wind gently blowing

The birds singing merrily in the trees

Strangely it is still winter

But all around the signs of spring abound

I can't complain with the weather

Nor with the beauty that surrounds me

I am at peace in this place

Surrounded by nature on all sides

I know God is with me always

So I have nothing to dread

Whereve I roam I return to the field

A safe haven where I encounter peace

Knowing the field shall always exist

Waiting for me to frolic amr roam within it.

February 1, 2006