if
one might imagine
a quiet wander
with little reason to explain
beyond this simple beauty
a wheat length
with season to hold
a nostalgic prayer
her father once told
so now this sunrise
her favorite flair
to no one’s eyes
just for her
such is sweet
in reckoning
truth
beauty is
sweet response
we have so
forgotten
simple is nature
her
we will
notice
only believe
in what is real
on this
sun-swept
afternoon
please give
us peace
for it is all she
would ever might
want