Whispers of Nature on Gate by Owen Gromme, 1927

on Earth's plains, a field stretches wide,

rustic gates proudly stand by its side.

Nature’s wind blows, soft and low,

leaves rustling secrets as they gently flow.

under the sky so cobalt and bright,

a scene unfolds, nature's own light.

Trees stand tall, branches weave free,

green, grass blades tell stories to me.

the sky above, clear full time,

a theater where clouds dance pressed for time.

The gate opens to an earthly plain

a bridge between landscapes and terrain.

a small farm dreams on the skyline,

hard work under the sun, a quiet vision.

Nature's selection, green and gold,

a symphony where stories are told.