(This poem was based on a Van Gogh painting called Wheat field with crows Just to give some context!)
And the night time, the darkness,
It tries to invade.
I thought I could save you,
to paint the fields yellow,
to show you, you can shine.
but even the crows flee
from this world I made for you.
The path of flatened corn,
was all that you could see.
The light it blinds you,
it didnt want to save you.
