Elysium:

My field of gold how you beckon

call upon me so
from the moment I awaken
to the minute I look upon you
from my bedroom window
oh how I long want need

to lay in yonder and wile away time

hear the larks singing 
on their wings so

as they swoop and weave

through endless blue skies

of oceans stretched

to lay under the tree in the far corner

rest back and feel the mighty oak

as my held fast trustee lean to
like the old chair in the parlour

the sways of wheat heads wave
unto me so

as a light breeze ablows

  unto me as if 

I was a regal king

amongst them so

the scurrying of the field mice

tending their nests 
for the summers young

in the hope the future will be

as is the now
and yet my need is 

for me to breath deep

awash the lungs

with the ever cleansing air

purified by a million eons

of natural states

unhampered by man

unaffected by machine

mighty limbs reach afar

to distant corners

of the land ahead

standing guard over the gold

that is the summers reward

for the furrowing farmer

and his tending wife

with their children and dog to

no one to see no one to talk to

but the land itself

as hands reach down

and feel warm rich soil

feeling its life

as it runneth through fingers so

fed by mother nature

in all her glory

as she smiles down 

here but another day

on Gods beautiful planet

that is my field of gold

~X~