On this morning the sun rises, And I leave my new bed. I get up and go outside and the sun is warm on my head, Oh the warmth. There are green hills in the distance. I go to the tree and behold the blueness of the sky And watch the sun rise as clouds are forming. All is still and overhead a prairie bird flies. There is a great field of wheat beyond me. I lie down and relax staring up into eternity, And I am already used to this. I look up smiling and I can really see. I wind up staying like this for life, And I’ll never go back, Back to my way of life before this field of grass I lay on. It's all a vast encounter with nature. It teaches me to release my fears and troubles to her. As the golden sun warms my face, all I see is you. And as its warmth enters my chest and warms my core, I feel you in that warmth, Her summer's beginning.