The golden wheat field is an elaborate sight <br /> On a warm, breezy summer day, <br />And white - capped waves as they thrash the coastline <br /> Of a sea that is gloomy and gray <br />Is a picturesque view I admit returns to bless <br /> The gulf of a winter's night, <br />And yet the scene that fills my satisfaction <br /> With joyous, unadulterated delight. <br /> <br />It is not the radiance of the rose <br /> Nor the bright, yellow corona of the daffodil <br />But the plush and succulent vegetation <br /> Of the valley, the plain, and the hill - <br />The green color of the grass as it strives to surpass <br /> The green foliage of the swaying oak tree: <br />My fervor beholding the grassland <br /> Joins mother nature in ecstasy.<br /><br />Joseph T. Renaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-nature-6/
