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.