Oblivion

Silky waves of wheat,
spears of gold,
in the country heat
Watch the scene unfold.

One strip of black
followed by another,
soon the greatness
will be smothered.

Industry soars,
mother of the forest roars,
only to sink into beautiful oblivion.





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