by Caitlin Oleson
The bright blessed sun Casts its maternal gaze Upon the golden sheaths And sky-blue flax valleys Crimson kisses the horizon, Breathing life into otherwise Dull and dreary plains Every dip and hilltop Is washed pure with the nurturing Light of a thousand, united souls Meshing together in the sacred flame That we call a sun This light rises majestically up from the curves Of the magnificent trees Who forever reach for the unattainable Delight of dawn's first sweet kiss The beauty of rural nature can be shared with Any and all who do not refuse to look.