The sky struggles to stay blue,
As the wisps of clouds
draw ancient, mystic symbols,
obscuring the celestial, blue canvas.

The gray mountains in the distant horizon
stand guard like ghostly sentries
seemingly defending another secret world.

The cornfield spread out in disciplined rows
sway to a cryptic music
of the wind-the forever musician.

Farmers beyond buzz around,
singing and dancing to the tune of harmonic strings.

And the tall, dense trees
between the farmers and the field
symbolize the demarcation
between the mysterious and the mundane.