The Fields.
In the early morning we are out in the fields. The dew is still in fresh droplets on the stems of the tall yellow grass. As we walk through the field, the dew brushes off onto our clothes, and makes it slightly wet. We wander on along the path through grass.
The fields lie stretched out far around us, and they are filled with songs of the morning; birdlife awakening. They sing and squawk in a chorus of a multitude of sounds and chirps. Their calls bring the new day to life. The world resounds with their song.
The daylight is strong this early in the morning, although the sun has nor risen above the mountains yet. Slowly it creeps up and over the ridge, and shows its round, red—shining face above the ridge. The sun is red and gold as it starts to rise over the mountain top.
While we walk we look over the fields; beautiful to behold in the morning. The air is fresh and crisp so early in the day, and it feels good to be out here. It feels good to be alive, in this paradise world. Clumps of green thorn trees are scattered across the fields and mountains. Rough bush veldt shrubs and bushes flourish among the tall yellow grass. Aloes grow in numbers all across the land, but they are not yet in bloom.
We hear the sounds of guinea-fowl down amongst the reeds next to the river. A baboon calls from a rocky outcrop nearby, and gets answered by a mate somewhere further away. Birds occasionally cross our path as they swoop and fly overhead. We are close to the river, and we can hear the spring water rippling among the stones as the water flows on. Insects are a-buzz in the undergrowth.
The sky above us is the light blue of early morning. A cool breeze blows through the veldt. It is good to be out here at this time of day, and we will spend quite a while out here before returning back to the house. We wander along the path, and look at the glory on nature, and the rich, yellow fields…
