Contemplation

The beauteous view laid out before
The sight could make a dead heart soar
The flowing silver lying still
The breeze that whistles where it will

Green and Gold blankets the land
From silver hills to tawny sand
In this calm comes nature's call
The cries of birds sound over all

The rabbits dash about the ground
The squirrels hide the nuts they've found
This tranquil balance, never disturbed
Though at times may be observed