Across the Fields At Dawning

Darkness lifts with the hint of suns' light across the fields at dawning. The coming of day releases the night as moving some great awning. The things that were hid now come to light across the fields at dawning. The suns' rays pierce the dark with their might as alone, I write yawning. Another world I look upon across the fields at dawning. What makes for tribulation is gone across the fields at dawning.