Seeds of Grain

Winter has everything in its icy grip Down the roofs icicles drip Water frozen as if stopped in time Sometimes ice forms bizarre shapes that look sublime But this is the time of warm summer I dream In a lake or river I wish to swim Sun smiling upon the soul Forests and meadows growing out of control When the lovely summer day is done And setting down is the sun The gold ears of grain reflecting sun in azure sky seem to be like a blaze The first time man was able to produce grain perfection of God’s creation him would amaze For man with help of nature was able to create something never seen before This idea that would pass from shore to shore It changed the nature of man kind That now struggle for food could live behind But other things can be made from seeds Remember once the grain was thought of as weeds Through vastness of creation and numerical nirvana key Using genetic code in those seeds man will one day control his destiny