The Yellow Fields Will Turn to Green

Like grass you’ve withered even though our future was the sun, And now from green you’ve turned to gray, But I won’t let you turn to yellow when it is all done; I promise to allay.  We’ve gone into this yellow field where grass has all but died.  I need your help to water it. Continue reading “The Yellow Fields Will Turn to Green”

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