Dance with the corn

Sweat sprinkled
The inserted corn
In the womb of land.
And the ritual song of growing
Whispered by the air
Day by day the step surveying,
Counting by eye
The tiny leaves of hope
Of shoot young and fragile
One, two, three......
One, two, three......


Smiling lips,
Breath of shoot who glints
In crystal happiness
As solar beam kiss the tips.
A teardrops, a sweat-drops!


The blooming sky of night and day
Of night and day
Solar ritual of rise and set
Of rise and set
The stem of your sweat bear
The hair of hope
The hair of exultation
To the hungry mouth.
The blade maybe sharp
But it unhurt to fossilized hope
The air breath and make the flower dance, dance, and dance
Oh harvest time a ritual of hope.