Nature's Rest

The golden sun casts forth its rays 

O’er summer fields of green;

In early morning fog there sing 

The sparrows, yet unseen.

As westward wends the glowing sphere, 

Dark clouds now show themselves

The light’ning cracks, the thunder peals 

And torrents flood the dells.

At end of day, when storm is gone, 

The sparrows flit to nest;

The grassland thrives ‘til day is done 

When nature finds its rest.