Whispers of the Cornish Wind

The wheat, like ocean waves, does bend,
In rhythmic sways, they rise, descend.
Each stalk a sailor in the breeze,
Caught in this dance with perfect ease.

The sky above, a tranquil blue,
Beholds the land’s eternal view.
Below, the earth in silent grace,
Feels the wind’s embrace, a soft caress.

The whispering leaves, the rustling sound,
Create a symphony profound.
In Cornwall’s heart, where peace prevails,
The wind, the wheat, tell timeless tales.

With every gust, a story’s told,
Of ancient times and hearts of gold.
The fields, the wind, in harmony,
A living poem, wild and free.

In Cornwall’s heart, where whispers weave,
The wind begins its soft reprieve.
Through ancient fields of golden hue,
It dances wild, yet gentle too.

The wheat, like ocean waves, does bend,
In rhythmic sways, they rise, descend.
Each stalk a sailor in the breeze,
Caught in this dance with perfect ease.

The sky above, a tranquil blue,
Beholds the land’s eternal view.
Below, the earth in silent grace,
Feels the wind’s embrace, a soft caress.

The whispering leaves, the rustling sound,
Create a symphony profound.
In Cornwall’s heart, where peace prevails,
The wind, the wheat, tell timeless tales.

With every gust, a story’s told,
Of ancient times and hearts of gold.
The fields, the wind, in harmony,
A living poem, wild and free.