The wind gently swept the tops of the
flaxen wheat, stretching upon the rolling hills
seeming to expand into infinity and
heaven as it swayed back in forth as the wind calmed
then regained its strength. It pushed
everything in its path, creating a ripple along the landscape
as it moved from west to east across
the land.
The green grass below that rested and
called its home the top of the earth shone through the wheat
offering not only a soft blanket to the
thin and coarse wheat stalks, but contrasting their own
natural colors against the other for
the pleasure of any one lucky to be a witness. The blades
of grass
moved quickly in the wind with only the stalks of wheat protecting
them as they absorbed
the brunt of the swift push of air.
The noon-day sun illuminated every
speck of earth that could be seen, with only a few trees
along the hills offering any shade or
relief from the sun when it became unrelenting.
They, too lay their black limbs across
the sky to receive the breath of the wind as it passed
through their leaves and branches, gently stirring and rustling them, creating a sound
that echoed through the otherwise empty
landscape.
Green leaves, flaxen wheat, the black
limbs of the trees, were all set themselves
upon a cerulean background, purely the
deepest blue imaginable, tainted only by small
white globs of clouds that passed along
as a reminder that the wind was moving. The blue
backdrop absorbed them all as it claimed itself the master of all, dwarfing any piece of earth
with its boundless reaches that confined it all from the expanse of space.
The wind continued to move them all.
The blades of grass quivered violently, the wheat swayed,
itself rustling and singing a song with
the leaves on the trees and together creating a harmony
of nature that played each time the
wind came to move them. The song was different each day
but each knew their part with
precision, creating the most calming and deafening beauty known.
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