No appointment necessary An advancing army white flags surrendering skywards towards gentle sun. Meeting, greeting, enchanting the eye. A mesmeric breeze-induced wave of nodding heads, this earth-bound cloud of angels hymns their worship to an extravagant creator. Summer snow meadowed for a season, charming fly and bee to visitation, no appointment necessary. Neither fallen comrade nor wounded foe poppy this field with contaminating blood. The whisper of the wind a benign dictator, enthrals each petal, stem and leaf.