The wind dances through the tall grass,

Weaving its sharp music,

High above, the sky is limpid, deep and calm,

The sun warms the dark, damp earth,

Rabbits play, a mouse scuttles to safety,

Butterflies array their majestic cloaks,

A shadow has been cast upon the land,

High above a kestrel hovers,

Forever watchful, forever patient,

Blood, ruby red and warm marks the stone,

Death on a summer's day.