A stone wall amidst a field,
If traveled may lead to nowhere.
But if we are to follow it
Then we may find a world,
A world unknown to us,
But dreamed of often.
A stone wall amidst a field,
With golden wheat beside it.
Its heads are strong, yet heavy,
And fight the wind to keep from falling.
A stone wall amidst a field,
It guides the way.
To where? I am uncertain.
But I know it leads to somewhere.
A stone wall amidst a field,
With golden wheat beside it.
It struggles to stay alive
As the Fall closes upon it.
The wind it flows between each stalk,
Fighting to knock it over.
But if the stalk instead releases
A grain from its strong head,
It may be able to travel the road
It has ever dreamed of taking.
A stone wall amidst a field,
No golden wheat beside it.
It’s now gray and old and lifeless
And yet does not feel a thing.
For beneath it lay an Earthen Haven
Which calls the golden spirit.
This golden wheat which yearned to travel
Has left its golden state.
It’s gone for now,
But someone’s saying:
“You have not gone away!
You’ve traveled far
Far down the wall
Amidst a golden field.
Once you dreamt of traveling this road
And look I see you waving.
What once was dreamed
Is now come true,
You see you’ve traveled far.
But now I see this golden wheat,
Far far down the wall.
It’s now a rock which guides the way
And does not yearn for traveling.”
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