Out to the Fields Again

I must go out to the fields again, to the solitary sky,
And all I ask is a clear night to gaze at the stars going by;
And a dream in my heart and a blanket warm and candle to give me light
And a computer or a notepad and a pen with which to write.

I must go out to the fields again, to feel the wind in my face,
To feel my hair blowing wildly back in that lonely, empty place;
And all I ask is a gentle breeze to set flower's scent to flight
As those self-same flowers impress beauty on my sight.
 
I must go out to the fields again, to the solitary life,
To the sparrow's way and the eagle's way, flying above the strife;
And all I ask is song on my lips as I watch the grey dawn break,
And a way to record my heartsong as my desire I slake.
 
I must go out to the fields again, and be alone no more,
For when alone with nature, my spirit begins to soar;
I must go out and find Him, though invisible in sun or in shade,
For my heart communes with Him as I see the beauty He's made.