October 29th, 2013



The silver rain, the shining sun,

the fields where scarlet poppies run,

and all the ripples of the wheat,

are in the bread that I do eat.

So when I sit for every meal,

with thankful heart I always feel,

that I am eating rain and sun,

and fields where scarlet poppies run.

Alice Henderson

P.S. Стоило погуглить - выдали мне даже песню... ну да ладно, ибо их трактовка данного текста меня всё равно не устраивает.