The Grass is Always Greener
It was deep summer, and the corn grew tall
above the earth, with the green of stalks
glinting in the sun. It wasn't always this way.
A mere few months before, winter held sway
Over the land, with ice and snow
covering the fields, and the air was cold.
But that is past. Now we can relax,
Watching tractors plow paths
Through the fields, like an intricate dance,
While we wipe away sweat, and start to wish winter would take a chance.