Out in the fields with God!

Eve has a song floating in her head.

She hums it. Believes in it. Marvels at it.

Finally, she decided to sing it aloud.

"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 might happen,

I cast them all away;

Among the clover-scented grass,

Among the new-mown hay;

Among the husking of the corn,

Where drowsy poppies nod,

Where ill thoughts die and good are born—

Out in the fields with God!"

"Hey! Eve. That's a lovely song. Can I sing along with you?"

"Thank you. I am a trained singer. Do you want to learn the right notes?

"Ahem. Do I have to? It seems like a lot of effort."

"Hmmm...ok, let's just play in the field with God."

"Out in the fields with God' is a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.