The fields lie fallow for the coming of Lent
Snow covers all that waits for spring
Under the cold is autumn spent
We wait for Easter when new life is meant
The fields return to gold and green
For now, fields lie fallow for the coming of Lent
Before Easter the veil is rent
First things first, that's the thing
Under the cold is autumn spent
We understand little but soon a dent
Little by little we humans bring
Fields lie fallow for the coming of Lent
The smell of spring is but a scent
We long for the odor while on the wing
Under the cold is autumn spent
We leave behind the days unspent
Snow covers all that waits for spring
The fields, they're fallow for the coming of Lent
Under the cold is autumn spent