The Valley in Green

The Valley in Green
 (ode to Nature’s Beauty)

         photo by @jameskikon

The valley stretched far in green
Beyond the farthest an eye could en-treasure the scene.
O! Weary hearts, come to the countryside
Where but beauties in abundance hide.
The Green-a refresher to a viewer’s eye
The blend of music and breeze- a delight for the solitary passer-by.
Singers in mystical notes;
Down the profound vales, the music floats
Where all beings are perfectly synchronized.
Ye, quietness questor! the Valley_a paradise!.
Down, the songs of the plower go echoing
A delight for his mate, hearing.
Than comes as a bliss,
Brushing the brows of the weary plower's eyes is the gentle breeze.
A profound breath he’s taken
To plow until the last bird signals for haven.
Nature at thy kindest
Making man seem befitted for thy kindness.
Many sees not this nature at work.
Man so much have given to the busy city-ports.
Viewing down, the snowy clouds in miles-distant
Rest and showers over the vales that understand.
Backgrounded by the blue sky
And the birds on the fly.
Only if.....but a call
To keep my feet homeward before night fall.
But my busy feet always will still,
To gaze upon the Master’s canvas with colors filled.