Viscous silence with a bolt of cool air
prevails in the room,
as the crops cheer and are busy
in searching their destiny.
the scarecrows keep frowling,
hindering this holy deed.
the tick-tock on the clock
sometimes race up and sometimes get grounded
a feeling comes to the crops like
they are being trodded.
as one of the plant was ready
to be cropped,
a scarecrow came and started dancing,
blocking the plant from amazing the amazing.
but the ripened crop enough courageous
faced the frowling, amazed the amazing.
the silence was broken when other crops
followed the grains,
by a yell from citadel.
as the words spread, the scarecrows
started chanting putting an eye on the ripened.
the innovation worked and kept them busy
as others sped up and became cozy
as the time passed and came the harvesting
the scarecrows still there, with open eyes and watching
grains shedded from the crop plants
withered and pale, the owner rendered crying.
the plants now, felt their guilt
came to know, for what scarecrows were meant.
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