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
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