Across the fields, a poem

Across the fields when we walk,

across the fields in all weathers where we talk,

the light does shine down in its various shades,

and with the beauty of the light,

each colour colours your face and mine,

no matter what the mood portrays,

for light bends and weaves through time,

in its magnificence and we are affected by it in such ways,

such ways that affect such states of mind,

that life by circumstance has thrown our way,

for no matter what season,

spring, summer, autumn, or winter,

we take it all in,

and through the sunshine and the rain,

and the snow and the grey’s,

we are captured in its variation,

for light from the sun and the sky and the clouds,

and the moon and the stars,

they portray the universe’s heart in such spectacular ways,

and yes, we are taken to places of light and dark,

where our emotions play,

and we are captured in wonder,

where nature fill us with its glory,

and our minds are captured by the light,

that the universe does impart in its magical ways.