A Drive Through the Countryside

A drive through the country
 To soothe the mind
 An emerald field is a sight for sore eyes
 Picture the pose of the figure underneath
 Shoulders and hips draped in green
 The manor on high
 Painted white
 The glory of man and the model of life
 Every tree hides a cloud
 Of trembling cicadas,
 The invisible crowd
 But one honeyed chirp
 Of a cricket in the grass
 Cuts through the blast
 These fields stoke desire
 I'm full to the throat but begging for more
 Drinking the air that rolls off the pasture
 Scent of sweetgrass
 And blood in the soil