I was not inspired by a scene before me but rather by a poem by Robert Frost, “The Tuft of Flowers.”--

I went to turn the grass once after one

Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.

The dew was gone that made his blade so keen

Before I came to view the leveled scene.

I looked for him behind an isle of trees;

I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.

But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,

And I must be, as he had been,—alone,

‘As all must be,’ I said within my heart,

‘Whether they work together or apart.’

Frost goes on to speak of a butterfly that passes by, and as he watches the butterfly fluttering around, it comes to rest upon a tuft of flowers beside a brook. The man in the poem then speculates that the mower who had used the scythe earlier in the morning had left that one lovely tuft of flowers from “sheer morning gladness.” The man who came to turn the mown grasses had been feeling lonely in his work, but seeing the flowers spared by the mower, he then felt at kinship with the earlier man. He concludes the poem

And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech

With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

‘Men work together,’ I told him from the heart,

‘Whether they work together or apart.’

If you wish, you can read the entire poem at this link. It is a lovely story.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44275/the-tuft-of-flowers

Can you tell I am a teacher of literature? 😊

Critique welcome!