In the morning where the dew still rests
The great wide open lies asleep
The field is white and ready to harvest
I look and see all the best
All of which I wish to keep
In the morning where the dew still rests
There are animals and birds with nests
All are found while I’m asleep
The field is white and ready to harvest
These would be rare anywhere else I’d guess
In these fields I’d like to reap
In the morning where the dew still rests
You tell me it’s fake, and I hope you jest
But if you’re right, I will not weep
The field is white and ready to harvest
Reality becomes real less and less
Toss it aside in a piled heap
In the morning where the dew still rests
The field is white and ready to harvest
Add your comment
You need to login or signup to add your comment to this work.