The Wheatfields Of Mother Earth Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Wheatfields of the Mother Earth

Her eyes were the mirror of the clear skies,
as a day on the unclouded irises,

Blinkedfor thesemoments when darkened by the nights
From the weights of the heavy earth,
Accepting these legacies from the Gods of the sky.

And childrens sang fromthese naked breasts,
Running wild and grew from these barren fields,

Precious O precious as these songs are assembled and singing forever on mother Earth.

An an ensembles of dark cloudsheavy rains and loud thunders.
In the beginning of the world made flesh.

The weak me, the stranger, an intruder,
The farmer on the lonelier nights planting the seeds on,
The wheat fields of the mother earth.