Seed Fields of desperate harvest clamoring for life. So few remember water, others forget the soil and lose their base. Some forget to climb to the sunshine or just give up the work. Some forget they are alive and die. But isn't it amazing, the very few, how their stalks straight and narrow stand so rooted in? How they eat of the earth and fill with the rain, and shine in the sun so golden? They become food in their glory to fill the souls of those who would eat. -- Alex DeBlasio -- Thank you.

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