We walk alone through the wide wheat field,
Plucking fruit with every step.
With each bite,
We steal from death.
But lift your head, as the bearded stalk has,
And witness the breadth of the field.
Let the green sprouts at your feet grow,
Venture out, and gobble it up
Everywhere.
Plucking fruit with every step.
With each bite,
We steal from death.
But lift your head, as the bearded stalk has,
And witness the breadth of the field.
Let the green sprouts at your feet grow,
Venture out, and gobble it up
Everywhere.