I see a dairy cow – big one standing, facing south.
He is chewing the cud just watching. The day comes and goes, and he does not move. He waits.
The pasture is green and full of wild flowers. It lifts up and becomes a whirlwind and picks the cow up and wisks him up into the sky.
I see flowers fal lout of the sky like rain. It covers the land with beauty.
And, a sword rises up from the ground. It shines like lightning. Brilliant. It separates day from night, dark from light.