A Brand New Summers Breeze.

As I walked along a brand new summers breeze
Autumn fell old to winter as it didn't want to leave.
Stretched blue skies scattered in clouds of grey
As the harvest wheat of water dries up another day.

Heartaches cover daffodils in bubbles of broken love
Where apple trees have whimpered it ain't enough.
Natures tormented ability to deal with everything
Animals play truant in fields of where rainbows sing.

Haybales stacked up to the difference of a glowing sun
The moon looked up to the stars when there were none.
Blistering storms have shed the water in tomorrows noon
Earthquakes shiver in cold, but heat will turn up soon.

The bugs and the birds in which the canopy protects all
For Gods intentions of the reflections that shine tall.
Gathering up all around us the misty mornings' flutter
Farmyards smell of sweet honey bees tasting butter.

The sharp sting of nettles playing fun with butterflies
Oh, how the world works in wonders that made us cry.
Sitting underneath the troubled bridge of streams
When the winds of hope just flew past in our dreams.

And all the corners are laced with gentle memories 
Of little villages growing old, old as all the broken trees.
Searching for a lover a ladybird tried to flap its wings
lost in the life of living, be careful when the hornet stings.

Country courtships blossom as rabbits start to breed
Running from bullets where holes were dug for a need.
Growing grass is angry for this week is the last to cut 
Snowdrops grow moaning that they never grow enough.

And by the time that the cows have come back home
They'll realise that the skies have been crying all alone.
The troughs which they drink from tasted a salty wrong
Somewhere sometimes someone stands up till its done,

Doing what was done is always good to be on the trail
In the lanes which carry berries and their sweet smell.
Back to the beginning from where my heart is now
They'll be dancing with the devil from a cutthroat cow.

Make way for a lady for the milking has to be done
She'll be drinking with her friends and her good foes.
But, by the time at a quarter past nine, she'll be sleeping
In that natures heart of hers, this poem she'll be keeping.