Acres of golden wheat
Stir in the morning sun,
On the hill-top,
Crested with long shades,
Filling the valley,
with abundance promise of Harvest
Swaying Wind in the wheat-field
like children of heaven
Weeping Back to mother the earth.
Enchanting, cheerful tears of love
Raining in rejoice of heaven and earth!
“C.H. Mafi Copyright 2008”
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