The tale of scar

Hath the fields shine  
bright at midnight,  
 
and those shooting  
stars reminiscent of  
dark in dawns'
 rising sun,
 
 rivers of tulips
 and barley corn.  
 
trails of old oak  
seeds beneath  
muddied feet,
 
 listen,  
 
in the distance
snowflakes glisten  
in tides of white,  
 
swept ashore
are those pond  
fish covered in
      ice.