Lost in wheat plain swaying breezes all yellow
Pushed by the wind and hiding in holes
Look up to the sky dark raindrops are falling
Life moves with water and power with storm
Feeble you follow the moss grown trickle
It must feed a stream strong steady and pure
Bypass the field scented sweet honeysuckle
Where cows pour their milk for butter to churn
Step light the thick roots watching owls sleep in hollow
Bluebird and finch melodies for the crows
In harmony rests ever-balanced precision
If you caw when you sing, come open your soul
Surely the stream must lead to a river
With shivering ripples capped warm with white foam
Across the wide bank finds the pigs pink and tender
Flesh flaying from bone, come feast on their loins
Far below jagged cliff river gives to the ocean
With expansive reflection both blinding and gold
Here, stop and wait for your own contemplation
Knowledge will come when you’re truly alone