In spring a barren field awakes with new shoots to be seen,
from above like natures ‘chessboard’ - squares of yellow; squares of green.The summer sun will warm the crop and so the buds will burst
every drop of rain which falls will quench its ever deepening thirst.
The harvest comes and so the fields; a canvass ever changing hue,
the crops the farmers safely harvest - to feed me and to feed you.
An autumn chill brings winter on; a breeze whips up the air
and with the breeze the snow is brought - keep warm and do prepare!
The snow; once fallen laying thick; a blanket on the ground
covering now our sleeping fields; natures ‘chessboard’ underground
From every corner that we turn; brings natures ‘chessboard’ into view,
with the a natural ‘chessboard’ pattern stretching out in front of you.
From our homes this ‘chessboard’ pattern; are the fields that we can see
encircling our very soul and all that’s you and all that’s me.
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