In the Field

Across the field
The sun is revealed
The clouds start to break
The day comes awake
The heat melts the snow
The wind starts to blow
I climb a young tree
Sap clings to me
The sun dims in the sky
The birds cease to fly
The landscape is black
The sun will never come back

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