17 September 2012
Animals rustling softly through the wild undergrowth, Dew resting lightly on the crisp autumn grass, A tractor can be heard whirring miles away, The awakening of another new day.
Fields are buzzing with activity, A hive of workers, of friends and of family, The village has awoken too, Children, grown up together, talk about what to do.
Nature is at it's best when it's left to be pure, At the end of the day who could really want anything more?
Nature • Opuss № I