Tim @ eholiness blogged about noticing the bees early yesterday morning. It reminded me of a poem that evokes the same sort of feeeling. its a bit corny, but i like it!
the little cares that fretted me
i lost them yesterday
out in the fields above the sea
among the winds at play
among the lowing of the herds
the swaying of the trees
among the singing of the birds
the buzzing of the bees.
these foolish fears of what might pass
i lost them yesterday
out in the clover scented grass
among the new mown hay
among the swaying of the corn
where idle poppies nod
where ill thoughts die and good are born
out in the fields with God!
