The sun is fervent,
And the fields of green surround us,
Nature in all its splendour,
And its authority,
A patchwork of reeds and moss,
Tarmac snaking betwixt,
Hay fever winds and manure vistas,
A million little legs within the grass confines,
Fur and feather and carapace,
The fields of green are all around,
Pulsing,
Encroaching.
WorldofHarley 
Beautiful poem. I enjoyed nature’s fresh green images.
Thank you kindly my friend. Oh yes! Been able to see a lot more of its beauty recently. ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
Awesome 👍