the field anticipates, the field is content right there, right then

a couple days ago i went on a little walk in the afternoon. The wind surprised me with its vigor. it was like an excited creature's rabid breath,   it was the joy of freedom.     I could feel that it was going to rain, maybe even thunder.      there i stood in the middle of the fields, looking at the sea of     growing     crops. Growing crops swaying in the wind, creating waves of movement. It looked like they enjoyed it, even tho they had to grip onto the soil under to stay put,        I can't even imagine how much strength  u would need as a clump of plant matter in the hands of the joyous wind,  getting pulled all around, but still joining the fun.      despite the struggle.        Not knowing   that it is momentary, not knowing   if it    will happen again, in doubt but at peace. At peace, all the crops bending in rhythm, so effortlessly. i thought when i watched it all happen.   Me,  not having to grip onto the ground with my roots, wishing i could. wishing i could be one of the crops struggling, joyfully.  

noticing the silliness of it all,   being content as me, as a mass standing there,  as a part of it all,            maybe not exactly in the way the crops were, but still part of it.                   "comfort" was what it left me with, the feeling that everything will be okay, don't worry, 

it will be okay