The ears of corn are weaving about the boundless fieldThe ears of corn are weaving about the boundless field
The night city is lit by the lights of the windowsThe night city is lit by the lights of the windows
The forest, in the circle of trees, the light penetrating into the very center of the forestThe forest, in the circle of trees, the light penetrating into the very center of the forest
Sunrise through the branches of trees on a foggy morningSunrise through the branches of trees on a foggy morning