Wheat fields and fluffy clouds
and tender petalled poppies
as I immerse myself in the simplicity of line, colour and texture
and much more...
Little upright red flowers
playing soldiers in a forest of stalks
and striding to a destination only known to them!
Hold an armful of daisies to your heart
Whisper the name "Marguerite" to their yellow centres
and they will smile back at you.
Swish, swish goes the field of wheat
in the galloping wind as I pass by.
The last of the rapeseed flowers
and layer upon layer of green loveliness
tenderly caressed by a pastel-blue sky above the sea of dancing wheat.
The fragrance of the lilac came upon me on the wind
enchanting me when I followed my nose
to discover its hiding place.
Sweet wild growing forget-me-nots
reminding me of those who no longer journey with me, but who reside in my heart.
A last glance towards the farm
nestled among green fields and overlooking the mountains.
The simplest things are the best
as they remind me of the true values of life -
away from the competitive, often superficial and material side
of our existence.
This is the age of reality shows, social networks
of mobile mania
of being the best at everything
and letting everyone else know!
What happened to life in the slow lane
when just being was enough?
Contentment in the moment
because we are actually living it
and not in a state of preoccupation for past experiences
nor galloping towards some unknown future
which doesn't actually exist, except in our minds!
How do you get back to simplicity?
Do you have your secrets
that you whisper to the wind?