Darkness of the night has goneA blackbird sings a song at dawnCrystal drops of morning deware covering all the grassThe landscape wears its morningdressThe foliage of the wood shines brightAs green as emerald’s lightOver the fields vibrating aircauses a faintly glanceSome cows are grazing near a fenceWhile lowering clouds accumalateMidges dancing above the lakeThe haymakers, they go awayhiding for a stormA flash of lightening struckStorm and thunderBeat the natureDown gushes the rainand wind cracks the trees