Stalk of Wheat

I didn't stray today. Instead,

I stood tall like a stalk of wheat,

Golden and blooming with 

Potential. Not a day down 

Stormdrains, lacking shine.

And days lead to now were 

Quenched with needed rain. 

Tears shed, mixed storms,

But the sun fed me in the end.

One stalk becomes a field.

Harvest satiates the soul.