Blowing In the Wind

I watch the wind as it rakes through the corn field Watching all the stalks sway back and forth Kindly waving to the passer-bys It's outstretched husks with silk strung like gold stand their ground I hear a whistling as one corn stalk talks to another their conversation Blowing in the wind Each rustle of their leaves is a hand shake Blowing in the wind What else wood you stumble upon in a corn field blowing in the wind?