You have found me
hidden in a wheat field
within a husk of corn
growing for you

I am ready
pick me

Hold me in your hands
remove my skin
peel away my color
find that I am tender
soft and sweet

Eat of me
until there is nothing
and your mouths are empty
and your bellies filled

What is left
will live
as seed 
to grow 
again
brighter 
hardened
and less bitter