Golden flecks through the cracks

Wooden slats start to pass

The wheat piles in stacks

The air stills till last

Fields whistles in anticipation 

They look towards the past

Rustling shifts to patience 

Birds dressed as snakes listen 

A spark of magic is waitin’

Gold transforms to wetness; starts a tension

The snakes swim to their nest

Their homes fills with aggression

Their patience is tested

Make their match a lesson

They are left beheaded 

A spell breaks the jest

So we can all rest