SHADES OF GREEN IN FIELD AND FOREST
Tis only the sound of crickets
And screech of a red tailed hawk,
A breeze to stir the old oak leaves
That welcome me on my walk.
Shades of green in rolling meadows,
The scent of clover nearby,
Where monarchs dance with up swept wing
Wait for last nights dew to dry.
I found a road less traveled on
That winds between hardwood trees,
And therein waits, those shades of green
That seldom a walker sees.
These sounds, these scents and these colors
Home to all that search and find.
A gift to those that understand
This is peace for all mankind.