The sun caught its rays on the rafter,
It glistened in gold on the hay,
And a bird, with its voice full of laughter
Danced in glee on the mud and clay.
The buckwheat had dried on the stairway,
And the straw had grown old in the stall,
But in Summer the flowers grew brighter
To prepare for the stillness of Fall.
There were herbs in the pan by the doorway,
And a rabbit who lived in its shade;
And buckets of water from stormclouds
Which had formerly dripped on the glade.
The grain smelled like sugar and honey
And the harness still laid on a board;
In an place overgrown, soft and sunny
There sits beauty, in wilderness stored.