How beautiful the wheat fields are!
The sweat of a farmer, and the harvest of a season,
That is what the wheat fields are.
The focus of the birds' gaze,
And the bustling of swarms of ants,
That is what the wheat fields are.
The screaming of children playing mischievously with the wheat,
and the whispers of lovers lost in reverie,
That is what the wheat fields are.
Fodder for goats and livestock,
And the harvest of a tanned farmer
Who gave in order to receive,
That is what the wheat fields are.
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