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