Across a Field of Clover Running
Across a field of clover running,
Through the dew-wet sward I go,
Laws of earth and heaven shunning,
Through the streams of sunshine flow.
Bees on nectarous blossoms dancing,
Butterflies upon the wing,
Witness all my aimless prancing,
Hear the joyful song I sing.
Out across the emerald ceiling,
Soaring out across the green,
Like a swooping swallow feeling
Light as I have ever been,
Above a glorious clover field,
I move between the earth and sky.
To no element will I yield.
Listen to my exuberant cry
~ Daniel F Mitchell