Oxen Horns among the Apple Trees - Framed & Mounted Print

Oxen of the Orchard As I wander in an orchard at morn, The oxen lowing call me to the brink. A tapestry of horns and apple trees,For a peaceful and simple moment I think. The glory of nature with not a word may be heard, Showcasing itself with a calming look. The animals’ wonder at my presence, Then back to the orchard I took. As the sun sets in splendour, The oxen plough their fields anew. Their horns sound the earth’s music, Farewell with a low “moo”! AI William Wordsworth