Across the Fields
Across the fields I stare into the night,
Waiting for a grand and glorious site.
For the site that I was about to see,
Was worth the wait, and patience was the key.
A storm was brewing towards the north,
I sat and waited for it to come forth.
The cool wind cut to the skin,
As my soul leaped from within.
The smell of rain begin to fill the air,
I was here for a reason I didn’t care.
Set up in the bed of my truck,
Camera in hand hoping for some luck.
Just as expected it came in a flash,
Lightning streaked followed by a crash.
I stood in awe as I looked across the field,
Nature at work, God’s art revealed.
The field of cotton lit up like winter snow,
I Grabbed my camera but was to slow.
I was taken by the beauty and forgot to click,
To capture this site you have to be quick.
The night progressed on as I stood in awe,
Until the storm begin to withdraw.
I still remember that wonderful night,
I’ll never forget that beautiful site.
The way the cotton lit up with every strike,
Reminds me of God’s beauty, strength, and might.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/12/2009
Copyright © Nathan Leccese | Year Posted 2009
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