The golden prairie wheat stands tall in the field
Creating a patchwork quilt that lay over the vast prairie
Endless labour to maintain a hearty crop is carried out
Yea though the west winds blow and tousle the harvest
Still the relentless protection continues
There is only so much that can be done to safeguard the bounty
The wind can be a partner spreading seed that multiplies the yield
Or an enemy pushing the stalks down and damaging their stem
Yet there is no way to halt the west winds that blow
The strong stalk will endure while the weak is abolished.
The west wind strums the tender strings of the field
Playing the instrument in a carefully orchestrated symphony
The seeds are planted, nutrients are provided and the wind blows
The music is written. What harvest will this bring?
It is but a mystery until the return is counted
Only the conductor knows what profits will be reaped.
So rest in the wind for it is part of the symphony of life
If you listen closely you will hear the sweet music
Played out as planned long ago
The composition of the west winds that blow.
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