Rising Sun

Can you see that grassy plain?
Just beyond that towering oak?
Where flowers grow and farmers mow,
Where all the fun is done?

Can you see that joyful meadow?
Just beyond that grassy plain?
Where moonlight dances and the good horse prances,
Where it softly sprinkles peaceful rain?

Can you see that rising sun?
Just beyond that joyful meadow?
Where light comes in and takes our sins,
Where Mother Nature’s beauty always billows!