Crops of Harvest


Tantalizing roses of crisp,
persuasion comes with a green tip

The scent of fields, hit like a stream,
with palms of ripeness to be seen

Paper money with purple leaves,
as the orange breathes through the trees

While the harvest flesh takes appearance,
the crops then make a disappearance

With grains of major resistant,
and damaged ones that seem different

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I wrote this to describe the harvest of crops.