In the Field

April 8, 2011
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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