Perhaps it is very wide...so I am ignorant...

Don't know much of geography
Or climatic conditions...clouds' ways...
So don't know the reasons exact
How can an afternoon be so calm like a morn?
Kind of blessed...soft...yielding...
Cool rain smelling breeze on pages of my Henry Fielding...
And a stillness as well...
Absolute still ...no change in the color of the sky...
Till morn the birds might have noticed this...on flight...
Through the window moments back
Tried to grasp the known track
Of setting sun's songs...
Found nothing as such...
A stagnation strange...
The eastern streaks of toast french
Which gathered in the morn
Are still there...as they were...
And the cow grazing the field...
Is still on the field posted right there...
Found her sitting now only...
In the morn when the man left her
Tied to the post...she was grazing but supported by legs
Standing young...girlish...awake...
Only now she seemed sleepy...
Otherwise the field is just the same...
Same green with yellow unknown blossoms of wild...
And the colors properly filled in and filed...
No photoshop or morphing done...
No mortal had done anything to the picture for his or her whims...or fun...

Don't know much about painting though
Or photographic lens how zoom in acres of grass clean and pure...
But the God's gift of the finest simple living thing
Camera obscura...
That did bring...
A blessed stagnation...
Despite movement
There seemed an equilibrium...
A balance...
Like a picture postcard dense
Packed with colors not seen frequent...
But once seen which usually remain...
The whole long day...
Even if morning wanes to the afternoon
And the afternoon going forward still
To embrace a glowing evening...
A serene movement perhaps...
Steady and slow
So balanced that one never knows
If the day has actually passed...
If the planet has actually rotated...
If the universe is actually moving...
Perhaps it is very vast...
Perhaps it is unimaginably wide...
Perhaps it is unfathomably deep...
He knows...
I know He got the exact sense...
I know only that little thing...

Don't know much of geography...
Or painting...
Or anything really...
But He knows
And luckily I got fullest faith on Him...

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