In The Distance
I was watching out in that field when I watched this unfold right before my eyes. I couldn't really do anything as I was too far away and no water in the field anyway. I knew those clouds were coming in, and none too soon. In The Distance I gaze in the distance of the field, a field of wildflowers and thickets. I see in the distance, a blemish of temper and scorch. The harmony of the field, plagued and tarnished by raged flame. The flames make its way through the field, devouring everything in its path. The wildflowers wilted and scorched, Torn in their beauty. The thickets lay blistered, Weeping in sorrow. The sky brings a cool mist of rain, It has justice in its nature. The field of wildflowers and, thickets, Are in harmony with the rage. The dance of the wildflower and thickets, Was the beauty that I have gazed at In the distance. | Copyright © | William Darnell Sr. | | Year Posted 2001, 2020 | ...