The hay field glows before the dark billows behind
With a gray-blue curtain advancing across the field
Soon the world will change and become very different
I can smell the scent of a vast suspended ocean
Enhanced with a charge just waiting to release
The cold breeze foreshadows a future of indifference
The rumbles of war hidden behind your grand cloak
And flashes that can be seen by all within your path
Tell me that there is no escape and only hope will sustain
I have seen you before and have endured your wrath
Mesmerized by the power and ferocity of your presence
But the glow of the grass in the field this day is screaming