A field of wheat,
but first,
a corn of wheat must fall into the ground and die.
The beauty comes in the dying.
The fields of golden sheaves,
created by death,
dying brings out the beauty
of such a field.
sunshine on earth,
swaying in the wind.
thanking God and earth,
for the gift
of the corn of wheat that gave its life,
so it could be
wheat,
glowing gold in the day.
Making people smile,
though they never think of the cost,
the cost of that field.
Each stalk of wheat,
created by a different corn of wheat;
willing to fall into the ground and die,
to bring out the beauty of life.
A field of wheat,
showing the wonders
and beauty
in the death of a corn of wheat.
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