Song of the Corn

Fields flat and barren, hungry for seed, thirsty for life As far as the eyes can see the last whispers of winter still on her virgin lips Begging for toil, yearning for care Lost in a timeless moment waiting for the warm breath of spring to once again brush over her face to call on her motherhood She cries, the children of the earth hunger, let me take them to my breast give them nourishment, for is this not my purpose The many silos stand in tribute to her labors farm houses and barns sit as oasis in a great desert From these sands come the hopes of tomorrow In chorus they sing an endless refrain, a song of today and yesterday A symphony of faith for the future Faith that the rains will fall on her strings, that once again her music will be heard echoing to the corners of the earth Heads bow in praise another chorus the song of the corn