Creative Writing: Theme: Green Wheat Fields

Coming Full Circle

Swish swash
Left right
Gently the wind tickles
My straight green stalk

Not only mine
But millions of others
Sown between the sunshine
Of yellow canola fields

We may all be green now
But soon
Our colour will change
To a sand like brown

It comes
Roaring along
Harvesting our ripeness
To make fresh bread

Which will fill
Many empty, hungry tummies
Strewn across our land
And beyond its borders

The seasons will again change
And then
New wheatfields will appear
Green with newness and promise


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