Days End in the Field

Crickets chirping

Frogs singing their mating calls

Gentle breezes wafting

As darkness falls.

Framed by sky

and Grassy green

Oaks bow their branches

In thoughtful scene

Lying below a massive trunk
Gives its last breaths

Returning to the earth
With silent mirth
Sharing it's wealth
of nourishment there

Come with me to the field
and share