The Open Field

An open field where wildflowers bloom, Their colors a dance in the morning light, Where the earth is painted without fear or gloom, And nature holds no boundaries in sight.

I stroll among daisies, sunflowers tall, Each petal a brushstroke on canvas divine, The fragrance of earth sings a sweet call, Inviting me deeper to nature’s design.

Under the wide expanse of blue sky, I let my spirit soar and roam, In the open field where worries can fly, I find my heart is forever at home.

• John Burroughs