Wheat Poem by Nina someone

Wheat



I am wheat, blowing in the wind,
Trying to stay in the ground
Watching all the farms go by
I am barely anything

I am wheat, grasping the ground,
Clinging on to life
I used to be something
Now I am blowing with the wind and dust

I am wheat, brown and dying
Blown by the wind
I move back and forth
Never to be seen again

I am wheat

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