One Perfect Moment

Another experimental englyn poem; based on one perfect moment in life.

A field of Heather- perfect serenity.
When the wind teases,
Warmth of gentle breezes,
A whisper, a voice calling sweetly.

What is this voice? This soothing tone-
Is it the wind blowing?
The summer sun glowing?
Perhaps, it is merely God alone.

A Midsummer’s morn brings true delight
In its gentle stillness
It leaves me breathless
In awe of this one perfect moment