Between the birdsong and morning sunlight,
Waves of grass sway in unison, while
The melody of life and light
Plays across Curtis field.
Heated mist rises from the grasses in currents of song
And murmurs in harmony with the breath of the encircling trees.
This field holds its life close,
An entire universe existing in the space of a blade of grass.
Life here teams in layers from dirt to dawn and
Root to crown.
This is a place of abundance, an abundance
Kept well hidden beneath layers of grass.
A place for contemplation and peace; one rich with the essence of life.
So please come and sit here with me again.
Get up close and watch,
Feel the warmth of life surrounding us.
Embrace its sweetness and
Hold the magic of this place in your soul forever.
And when your soul remembers, and the time is right, take my hands in yours and
Be with me once more.
Just you and me between the birdsong and morning sunlight.