The wheat field is a sea of yellow
Whenever it bows it follows to rise
It carries the gentle color of the sun
But adds wave-like movement to it
For the time the view warms your heart
The impression of eternity arises
Rhythmical motion empties your mind
It carries you into the horizon
Gliding over the field you smell the warmth
You feel the simplicity, the essence
A chain of events starts here
At first the work of harvesting
The making of bread, the meal, life
While your brain becomes empty
It makes room for new thoughts
Not yours, the thoughts of the field
Seeds, soil, water and sun
Nature, earth, life and love
Close your eyes and you can see it
Open your heart and you can feel it
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