The Wheat Field

The Wheat Field

I stand in the midst of endless wheat

Stalks as tall as me

I wonder what it all means

The endless field of wheat

The smell is that of barley tea

The sky blue as the ocean

The ground as solid as rock

I love the wheat field, it’s so beautiful

Thinking, the farmer’s coming

I hurry up and run away

I feel good, having stood in the field

Of peace, euphoria, and hope