Heaven Field
Nature's born the solstice stones
Of the shortest day the winter dawn
And the summer day's the sun placates
Growing state's of evolution
The seasons will both come and pass
Following the tides of lent
The quarter moon has shone and passed
In treacle sky of burnt out star's
The autumn leaves release there leaves
And when the spring the world awaits
Everything underneath the starter's gun
Will squint the lashes
Of new born baby's
To heads of corn
In the field's of gold
Heaven look's down upon
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