Crimson Fields

Time and Time again,

I sit and watch this field,

I remember how it began.

So long ago,

This field was full of snow,

The heat was not existent,

The sun never showed.

There was never any light, never any fight.

Just a field long ago,

Full of nothing but snow.

Then there was a small spark,

It all began there,

The field bore a mark,

Grass grew like hair,

The Crimson Flower grew,

Bringing life as it flew,

Natures Brew.

My snow then began to melt,

And I saw the world reborn,

And truly I felt,

Comfort and warmth.

Time and Time again,

I sit and watch this field,

I remember how it Began...

Author's Note

Successor of 'Crimson Flower'