You arrive at the back of my field out of nowhere, deep from the springs of eternity, travelling through the depths of rock and time just to float my boat.
Why was I born near this field? Why did I deserve such inspiration from the flow and glow of this burst of nature as you dance through the harmony of nature, taking my thoughts and troubles with grace and may you never dry up on the rough gravity if my river dries up in the spontaneity of nature
It will be difficult for me to stand by your bank without you listening to my burdens and difficulties so I pray for nature to protect your health and life.
Flow river, flow.
The Mindful Farmer