Warmth and light, buzzing bumblebees, wheat ears and grasses, <br />Azure skies - of high summer the birth… <br />To his prodigal son will the Lord say: 'Confess, pray - <br />Have you known true contentment on earth?' <br /> <br />And forgetting all else save the golden and endless <br />Fields of wheat, the sereneness and peace, <br />I will weep, and, my words choked by sweet tears of gladness, <br />Thankful fall at those merciful knees.<br /><br />Ivan Bunin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warmth-and-light-buzzing-bumblebees/
