In the later days of summer
Breaks the golden morning
The sun illuminates the wheat
Stalks are growing tall, ready
Waiting patiently for harvest
Ready and waiting for fall
When the scythe blade strikes
And takes the grain down
A form of sacred ground
Creation will be replayed
By human hands and nature
"Do you not say, ‘There are yet four months, then comes
the harvest’? Look, I tell you, lift up your eyes, and see that
the fields are white for harvest." The Book of John 4:35
