Light.Sensation

Oh, how I can see thee more simple.
With fields of golden grass and the fences that divide.
The wooden ones we just hop over.
Because we don’t believe in telephones.
Why should we when a run to your yard will do?
Oh and how simple we had it!
The sun in the morning and the moon in the evening.
And all the chaos in between.
I’m on 100. How many stars have you counted?