HARVEST TIME

Harvest Time

[Dedicated to Terrence Malick]

Days of heaven

I’ve spent on earth

I’ll tell you what

You can listen from the start

I walk by fields ripe and ready

They brush against me and pull me in

I can’t help but smile at,

The Nature’s beauty bestowed upon me

There was a huge canvas tent at the centre

Where the busybody harvesters lived

Their beady eyes follow me as I walk

I reply their nods with one of my own

Feasts for the almighty are offered everyday

No sacrifice by day or night was ever made

Peaceful people lived on my land

Just here to gather the crop and disappear

There was this spring that I recall

Kids used to hide and watch

As the fair maiden took their long bath

This amused them a lot

The herdsmen let the cattle graze

They chattered on something that barely mattered

Nothing here ever went wrong

Yet they stood guard all day long

No worry never woke me from my slumber

No thieving grunt was of concern

There was harmony all day all the way

Children played, donkeys brayed, as I strolled

I lived in a mansion unlike the rest

The sun starts to rest as the night invades

I sat on the verandah and gazed

The Brilliant colours of the sunset blazed

With all work done, the land left looking bald

The workers were packing to be back the next fall

I was busy counting crop, while they dispersed

I too did the very same, on my bright blue biplane.