Max Lydum - A Field in the Golden Valley lyrics

The old Oregon sun was descending slowly behind the green hills of the coast range, shooting orange light through the bare limbs of the trees and across the valley floor. Light, racing 186,000 miles a second and casting the deciduous trees' silhouette against the sky. Naked branches twisting, turning, and stretching to mingle with the cloudless sky. The branches are woven into the scene like black paint on a canvas of gentle blue and powerful orange. I'm standing in the gra**, facing those western mountains, watching the vast ocean even though it's just beyond my sight. Waves, crashing and receding, waxing and waning, slowly swallowing the Earth. I turn to the East, it's darker over there. The crescent moon rests in the mora** of soft violet, pinning the corners of the sky together. I turn back to the west, to the golden, sugary sweet sunset and green hills and bare branches. My eyes drift downward from the celestial scene to the ground that lies before me, illuminated now by the sun's rays. Upon the gra**, an intricate and expansive network of spider web unfolds before me. I'm surrounded by it. Thin, delicate fibers carefully woven by mother spiders. Small droplets of liquid silver balance gracefully on the webs. I know that a step in any direction means d**h for entire families of spiders. Whole colonies of insects annihilated by any movement. Aware of this, conscious of this, I fill my lungs with Oregon air, unlike any air my nostrils have ever tasted. Tears of gratitude rest on my lashes as gracefully as the drops on the spider webs. I thank existence for conspiring to create the beauty of the present moment. I thank the spiders for providing part of the environment for my dance across this rock, and I take a step forward.