Sunday Meditation #47: I Heard the Meadowlark Sing

I heard the meadowlark sing to me

From upon a roofline high

Tall grass whispered back in chorus

Breathless upon bended knee

Azure dome of heaven

Wheaten cathedral of earth

Wind an ethereal Mass

Sunrise upon my soul

Lungs fill with coolish air

I drop my small machine

Thanks escape parted teeth

I heard the meadowlark sing to me