Waiting For Harvest

Waiting for harvest,

Waiting this year,

Wheat growing golden,

Time’s drawing near.

Listen? You hear it?

Rustling stalks.

Waiting for harvest,

Wheat fields, they talk.

They whisper

“It’s coming.

Coming quite soon.”

Grain is a’drying.

Stalks playing their tune.

Dancing and waving and waiting too,

Waiting for harvest, Skies are so blue.

Wheat seed we planted,

All snug in the ground.

Soon it had sprouted,

Green carpet all ’round.

All through the winter,

It took a long sleep,

Dormant and waiting,

For springtime to peep.

Sunshine, spring showers,

A few storm clouds too,

All of a sudden,

Our sleeping wheat grew!

From tiny to taller,

Green waves in the wind,

Stalks become golden,

Heads start to bend.

We watch and we wait,

and we beauty behold,

As field upon field turn from

Green into Gold.

Then waving and ready,

we soon will begin,

Reaping the harvest

and gathering it in!

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