Amber Waves
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Oh, fair stalks of ripened grain
Flowing like the lion’s mane
Stirring like a golden sea
As west winds blow the plain
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There in yellowed tapestry
I feel the joy of being free
The rooted, fully fruited
As far as the eye can see
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But soon will come the hand
To reap you from your land
And the beauty will be lost
‘Come barren where I stand
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Oh, fair stalks of ripened grain
In winter, you cannot here remain
But seasons pass, as they should
In autumn, we will meet again
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
smart to remember they will return, just a temporary loss of beauty
Thanks Beth!
The circle of life exists, even for wheat…
So it does…
👍
Beautiful Brad 🌸🌹
Thank you G! You are so very kind. xoxo
My pleasure 🌹
So beautiful!! 😍😍
Thank you my dear friend! 💕
I don’t know how you do it , but this is soooo fabulous. It’s like those classic poets of yesteryears but even better. This poem flows like honey , sweet in its depth and meaning. Hats off to you , Brad.
Thank you Yasmin!
Everyone goes through cycles—sometimes good and other times not. The good news is we get another chance to shine.
That is the best news! Thanks Pete!