The Raven's Field Poem by Jessie Michaels

A raven sat upon a branch
That reigned above a golden field
Where sunlight lent a golden hue
To yellow grass which swayed and swooned

And I came up upon this field
A wanderer so tired and worn
Only to see this beauty unfold
Beneath a cloudless summer sky

I sat awhile on a perch of my own
Another branch on the Raven's tree
As sun soaked through my hardened skin
To warm that which was cold below

I could have sat forever there
Trading looks with my feathered friend
But I knew that time would pull me hence
To travel far from tranquility's home

And so I stood and looked around
A glance to pull deep into me
A spark of peace - my very own
Until I happened next upon a field so free