Field of Gold

My gaze stretches across the scene before me
A field of gold reaches as far as the eye can see

As I venture forward, the lanky bodies of the golden ones
Loom high above me

The gentle breeze bobs their gold-framed heads up and down
With necks so flimsy, their brown-pocked faces seem to frown

A busy bee buzzes busily from one face to another
In a desperate attempt to make his brother
Obsolete

Brightly colored insects make their homes on its
Leaves

Little towns of ticks and their nits, all crawling frantically
Amongs the leaves

A Monarch rests upon its throne of golden petals, and
Observes all that happens in this vast land

The sky darkens, and vehement clouds converge
Droplets of rain collect in pools and invite the creepy-crawlies to emerge

All the ticks and bugs, even the Monarch retreat to their safe little cracks
And holes

Out comes a family of moles
Trying to escape from their flooded home

Then, the rain stops and the sun peaks out
From behind the clouds

A field mouse darts out and scurries about
The Monarch perches upon the golden petals once again
Even the ticks and the nits return to feed
Upon the passing moles in order to fulfill their need

The water droplets drop from the petals and leaves,
And spatter upon the ground

Those who know peace know where the field of gold can be found.