by Robert Neest
The yellow field is spreading all around,
Each flower, tall and strong, is looking up
In search of light and shiny sun all day
And resting during night until the dawn.
It covered all the sight and reached the sky
In distant place as far as we can see
Where blue is stained by white and rounded clouds
Below a giant, hot and shiny sun.
A country road is entering the field
And winding through the sea of golden heads,
The men and cattle traces go along
And vanish in the grass that tracks the way.
A noise is heard and suddenly it starts,
A flock of birds is covering the sky,
Of different colours, sizes fly apart
Few here, few there and almost everywhere.
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