The lone wheat
Amidst an endless field
Of bent and damaged crops
Stands out a thin, green wheat
Alive and full of hopes.
May storm come,
May frost come,
Alive and full of hopes.
For rain and sun she lives,
The warmth, the scent, the shine,
The wind of summer eves
Ever reaching higher.
May storm come,
May frost come,
Ever reaching higher.
Sky above, earth below,
The tainted all around,
She is but on her own
Yet every day's survived.
May storm come,
May frost come,
Yet every day's survived.
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