Field Poem by Elbert Matt Loubser

Yonder lies a field
that takes a while to know,
but by the eyes even longer
for lack
of lack
of detail,
but by the heart briskly and quickly,
for there is a field
in every one of us from birth.

The trees of it, they grow,
the feel of it, we know,
for it is our hearts that are nature,
nature being our hearts;
simplistic in a way, peaceful,
of God,
untouched by fieldly fires,
bathed in sun and crowned e'ery morn
with air that fills our lungs with life.