A Harvest Unknown Poem by Will Stanton

Green and growing fresh and new
Innocent and sunlit
Fearing not the blade you've never known
Ignorant of the cleaving coming to consume
It will cut and carry your fruit away
To bidders with hungry mouths to chew
You
And leave nothing but a sheath stretching
Half as high as your hopes did hold you
A clean cut atop a dried stalk
And left to be plowed again into Earth
For the next again like the one before
Green and growing fresh and new