Harvest

One slight light extends through the window,

Pointing at the green fruit on the top of the little tree.

A grandmother hand in hand with a granddaughter walks,

In the downtown with warmest smiles on both faces.

Endless gold spreads across the fields to the horizon,

Above which the sun is watching.

Lying on the grass bathing in the sunshine,

Boys and girls are lost in books.

Every time I am happy,

I’m happy to gain it,

'Cause harvest is God's gift.

March of 2005