Golden Grain

by John Frazee
(Boynton Beach, FL USA)

They come out of nowhere and no one is sure where they go
Breezes whistle an ancient melody known only to them
Wind comes in various shapes and sizes from subtle to strong
The leaves bow and catch like a sail causing a ripple in the stem

Absorbing all that it wishes, while reflecting what it must
As its metallic sheath glows with a light that lives eternal
For millennium this unending process has continued
Drawing life within the earth through its stalk up to its kernel

Yellow ochre fields come alive, paying tribute to the sun
What's more endearing than majestically swaying sugar cane?
Dancing without the aid of music, to an unheard symphony
Nothing plays so delicately in the wind as does golden grain