the other day grasses struck the rhythm

the other day, i had a walk, early morning, the dog on the side, as usually, then, was hit astonished by the sound of fields, I hardly remember when I heard that sounds last time, grasses struck their rythms, lyrics of mellow summer mornings, and early breeze was led this melody last accompanyng by bees...

I keep that music in mind to rewind it often, state of child summer, when I had sat down under an apple tree,  there was book in my hand, for hours, garden holiday...