Simple wheat
Grows in
Spanning far beyond
As the eye sees
Blanketing,
Like a golden snow
Rich in color
A show of life
A reaper works
Swinging scythe
Toils in to view
And cuts deeply
A harsh work
With long days
Bringing death
So life can continue
Feeding bellies
Bringing smiles
To rounded cheeks
So life goes on
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 8:19 AM UTC
Simple wheat
Grows in
Spanning far beyond
As the eye sees
Blanketing,
Like a golden snow
Rich in color
A show of life
A reaper works
Swinging scythe
Toils in to view
And cuts deeply
A harsh work
With long days
Bringing death
So life can continue
Feeding bellies
Bringing smiles
To rounded cheeks
So life goes on
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