Breezy Morse code patterns
Dancing across the fields of green
Nature's secret language
Visible to all who see
Undulating waves
In circles skipping like wilo the wisps
Chasing Charlie Chaplin starlings
Away from skylarks nest
From seed I've watched you steadily grow
Never once waivered
From the task bestowed
And now you tower ever up
Way past my head
Reaching for sunlight that's always heaven sent
A forest of freshness surrounding my path
With just a hint of yellow of what you'll become
Sunshine food borne from the ground up
Where one day soon
You'll be harvested and then gone
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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Good write SC.
Thanks Orchi.
Beautiful tribute to the arable crops of our foodbasket growing heavenward with steady confidence. Reflecting it's one-ness with the nature of the wind waves caressing those soon to be bountiful tips of harvest.
A joy to read. Bringing back memories of other motions once enjoyed in such fields and all the more poignant in these days of strangle-held crops of Ukraine.
Thanks Dusk
A great writing crow )) really nicely expressed
Thanks VB. How's things?
Very lovely write my friend
Thanks Raven 🙂
Your so welcome
I too have walked through (no round the edge of) such fields during my old hiking days, but never thought to note it down.
Well writ, Sax.
Good words SC, those crops will return to be harvested once more.
Andy
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