Like fields of time
Always renew
To the heights prime
Going here thru
So is this field
In open space
That distant yield
To remote place
In lucid blue
Of the clear sky
Where clouds drift thru
When dancing by
Above grass glows
Of forest jade
Where foliage grows
And earth is made
Like fields of years
In coming living
And love adheres
So full of giving
Are these travelers
Those go with me
In their colors
Of beauty and free
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