A Moment of Rapture in Heaven's Pastures

 
Dawn awakes gently from a darkened night  
Birds stir the foliage of the thickest tree  
Earth once again, starts to heave with light  
The sun comes up,  sending a smiling glee  
 
And the star pours down her cosmic dust  
As the wheat fields lie at heaven's rest  
And the wind so silent, travels past  
Barely grazing the far mountain's crest  
 
Serene like when a child takes a doze  
Inside his mother's bosom in dark night  
Then the dream flies where the heart goes  
A blissful spell spent in the fields of light  
 
Step by step, i trip gently on beaten pathways  
Strive to feel the herds that over here, pass by  
Their meek bleat, takes me straight into meads  
When morning brightens, they glow in dewy beads  
 
The fresh morn breathing a blissful atmosphere  
And the pines beyond the road, an aroma sheer  
Thickly laden with birds chanting every tune  
It is fair May and grass ripened, and fully grown  
 
And the days start to take longer and large strides  
The hills finely adorned, with the vernal brides  
in every field, hosts of daisies and sorts of growth  
Rainbows of patchwork canvas, painted by mighty God.