Royal corn fields coming out into society
with their eyes looking up in earnest piety
and their golden crowns atop their august heads
standing amongst the royal stately spreads
oh such beauty among the majestic fields
and what the handiwork of Mother Nature yields
and the beautification of the august verdants
and the sporting of the crowns with such elegance
and the harvesting of the corn with thy grateful hands
in obedience to the highest sovereign commands
the crushing of the corn with thy teeth in gratitude
that the seeds shall live inside as tomorrow’s prelude
for the blossoming in the heart in earnest prayer
and a fragrance to rise up into the sacred air
and through the royal halls in skyborne palaces
the land, the clouds, and all that it surpasses
Nature expanding from when she was born
in her crowning glory that sits atop the corn
her coming out into the early august days
and blending in with the bright golden maize
for her royal coming out in the majestic fields