Fields of Clover
My dog following
At my heels, batting
Unsuspecting bumblebees
Drowsily humming
Along the way,
Sampling honeysuckle
Tasting nectar, here
And there,
As we romp through a
field of clover,
Gently cradling soft
petals that
Drift down like snow.
We run and run,
My dog’s ears flapping
all the way.
We run and run until we
fall,
My dog on my chest and me
on my back.
I watch the clouds float
absentmindedly,
The warm breeze, all the
more pleasant,
Playful, rustling the new
leaves,
Giving us a sudden burst
of energy,
And just enough time for
another run,
Before we have to leave
Our peaceful field of
serenity,
Dotted with flowers,
Speckled with life,
And full of joy.
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