In these fields of nature’s calm
I hear you laughing, running down rays of the sun
My heart pounds with the wind like your breath
In the crisp blue light
Expectations new and fresh
Like fallen dew on blades of grass
The smell of bursting flowers
In the air as you dance by
I’m lost in the fields
And never want to be found
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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