Have a great weekend.
The little cares that fretted me
I lost them yesterday.
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play;
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what may happen,
I cast them all away
Among the clover scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay.
Among the rustling of the corm,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born-
Out in the fields with God!
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning~