Measured and slow, he moves through the grass
Laying it low with each lazy pass.
The field was grown, the grains there were long.
Were weak in shadows, in day they were strong
But neither no longer; there’s none left to find.
The shadows grow longer, the Sun falls behind.
Find themselves drowned in Earth’s easy sleep.
Between life grows darkness, thicker and deep.
And life comes anew, where before there was none.
Each first, for a moment, in the race that is run.
Their heads become higher, their thoughts start to grow.
Their hearts come to long where their roots cannot go.
They follow the Sun as she soars across Sky
(But only a little, as they bend with a sigh).
A slice of the blade, a swish as they’re lain:
Slipped from the Earth at the goldest of grain.