Emerald Seas

O glory for the fields

for they are growing,

flowing oceans of emerald

as far as the eye can behold.

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Flowing with the tides of wind,

rolling serenely over hills of plenty,

providing a bountiful peace

with a promise, no mouths empty.

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O glory for the fields,

striving for the sky,

the annual competition

of natures humble treasure.

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The rustling bushels

so simple to some,

merely a backdrop to nature

so oft ignored.

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Yet i proclaim

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O glory to the fields,

providing us all,

bounty and beauty

nourishment for the soul.