Farm Visit Morning, Age 10

The morning was heavy with mist and dew
But the sun was hot and the light burned through
And I was just ten, with little to do
But explore the surrounding farmland.

By brother and I at long last stood
By a single tree near a teeming wood
Where the sounds were full and the message good
For those who would understand

That the mist and the sun and the trees and the grass
Are there to remind of us that what doesn't last
Just comes back different, once time has past,
And we still take in the unplanned

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