Grain Harvest

Fields of grain, all golden brown,
Ready and waiting for mowing down;
Hot, dry weather will rapidly see,
An empty space where there use to be
High waving stalks of ripened grain,
Cut back to just short stems again.
But though the harvest takes its toll
Some of the seed will have a role
In growing the next year's crop of grain,
So all has not been produced in vain.