I live on the edge of town

I live on the edge of town,

Where green fields meet the dark deep woods,

And sparrows sing all day,

I sit betrothed to the swaying fields,

My thoughts never sway.

When springtime brings the scent of blooms

And mid-noon breeze is bliss,

The tranquil rays hug every twig

And leave with a gentle kiss.

Clouds hang low on brooding trees

As evening lurks around,

And curtain falls on a pensive day,

All birds are homeward bound.

As darkness flows with a silent hush,

A peaceful day is gone,

I close my eyes for another day,

With thoughts of a nascent morn.