A girl with a goat by the pond Painting

“By the Pond” In morning’s tender golden light, A farm girl treads in dawn’s embrace, Her worn boots brushing dew-kissed grass, Her gentle eyes, a tranquil face. Beside her, trots a playful friend, A goat, with fur as soft as cream, Its jaunty steps, a dance of joy, Together in a shared daydream. They wander down a winding path, Where willows weep by waters clear, The pond, a mirror to their world, Reflecting skies and pastures near. The girl, with hair of sunlit strands, Untamed as breezes through the trees, Leads on with laughter pure and free, Her heart as light as summer’s ease. The goat, with curious, bright gaze, Nibbles at reeds and fragrant blooms, Its bleats a song of simple grace, In harmony with nature’s tunes. A ripple breaks the pond’s smooth face, As dragonflies in silver flight, Weave patterns in the morning haze, Their wings a blur of liquid light. The girl kneels by the water’s edge, Her fingers trace its cool, clear skin, She whispers secrets to the breeze, Her spirit calm, her soul akin. The goat nudges her with its nose, A playful plea for love and care, She laughs and strokes its silken coat, A bond of trust beyond compare. Together by the pond they sit, In quietude, a world apart, A farm girl and her loyal goat, United by the earth’s own heart. In moments such as these they find, A joy that simple days bestow, The beauty of a shared stillness, By pond and path where lilies grow. For in the bond of girl and goat, Lies life’s sweet echo, soft and bright, A portrait of enduring peace, In farm fields bathed in morning’s light.