Across fields, holding a sea ripe corn,
The light hovers during breaking of dawn,
Taut fronds lilt against soft wind washed
With shining dews- in bunches, amassed;
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Even in pain and penury, the memory of the birth of Jesus is a matter of great rejoicing! Enjoyed the poem with the beautiful Nature description!
Very rightly said. God's grace provides us with renewed vigour to face the world.