Endless Crimson Sky

Endless Crimson Sky


I sit upon this hill and watch
The sun arise anew,
Sending crimson streaks of morning light
Reflecting off the dew,

And fiery skies
Fill emerald green eyes
With a joy to live renewed,

With dark green hills
Sending midnight chills
Away into the night,

I sit upon this hill and watch the dawn turn into day,
And soft crushed wheat
Under children’s feet
Far across the way,

When young women come
Into the early morning sun
To gather milk for another day

And young men strong
Come in to the dawn
To tend the fields again

I sit upon this hill and watch
Life reborn again
When the far off roster crows
Greeting his only hen

The fresh morning air
Brings the joy to share
The dawn of another day

When the sweet ocean breeze
Can bring grown men to their knees
With the beauty of all there is