small grain of wheat
When it pokes the way onto land.
Raw, unseasoned and green
I’ve seen the Elements of growth…
The wind, the sun and the thunder
foretold by our ancient fathers
That It will season the green grain
And cradle love and loyalty
To a golden wheat…
“Strong, hearty and eternal”
A golden wheat,
the scholars of life,
the penmanship of trust,
My token of love
My many friends, I’ve never meet.....LOVEss U allss....