Oh maybe in some far and foreign field <br />There sits a star that never liked the sky <br />That much prefers the barren soggy ground <br />Just as I <br /> <br />But here dawn breaks into a busted smile <br />The pastel clouds soon cover up the sun <br />This morning is a sad and perfect song <br />That’s never sung <br /> <br />Oh here there’s mourning in the falling rain <br />And in the birds that sing there soft cuckoo <br />And the wind will never understand this face <br />Nor will you<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maybe-in-some-far-and-foreign-field/
