I gaze with eyes aglow
At a field of corn marvelling at the way it grows
As the rich new orange sun rises up above the ears of corn
I see beyond the sky promising storm
But that is far off in the distance
And cannot weaken my resistance
For the beauty I spy
In this my beholding eye
Almost bringing about a tear
As I think and tremble with worry and fear
Of natures future in a brutal world
That has forgotten love and taken beauty for granted
Forgot what tenderness took place when this crop was planted
And the nutrients nature granted
To provide this crop with goodness to grow
When as a seed it was sown
For this perfect moment to be known
By eyes like mine who appreciate beauty such as this.
fauxcroft 
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