Songs of the Cornstalks

From my book, "Restless Spirits". A poem about nature and the almost unheard forces at play.

Cool is the nightly air

           Thank God I am there

              Lying on my back

           Listening in the black

                       

              In the field I wait

       What growing corn relates

            Intent focus comes

             As I hear the corn

                             

          It grows before my ear

           Thank God I am near

         Such a beautiful sound

            A serene spectacle

                          

          All words cannot ride

            Emotions I confide

        When I hear nature talk

           In a whispering tone

 

 

               I am fortunate

        Thank God I am in debt

         For the blessing above

         From the seeds below

 

 

Author's Note

Sometimes one has to stop and smell the roses, take a break from a busy world to embrace things we overlook.