19th November 2022

Green Fields

Somewhere above our heads,

Somewhere we hardly know,

The birds will reach their delves

To talk among themselves.

We feel the warming rays,

Intense in setting sun

That light our way back home,

The one we’ve called our own.

The conversations flow

Between both friends and foes,

But something seems to change

Around the hour night grows.

The clouds become a sketch,

The wind’s reversed its way.

Our shadows seem much higher.

Our flowers each catch fire!