Fields of Warning

A sunny field whispers tales of old

Where careless hands turn precious gold

Once there was a fool, wandering free

Thinking he could tame the breeze

On the cornfield’s edge he strolled, so bold

Unaware of stories untold

Soft whispers of stalks in the breeze

Unseen dangers hide among the leaves

Oh, beware the fields so green

Where shadows dance beneath the sheen

A careless step, a tragic fall

Respect the land, heed the call

A senior walking with a gaze behind

Lustrous corn, in his mind

Unseeing, he dreams of days gone by

While fate awaits in disguise

The rustling whispers, soft and sly

Warn of perils passing by

Oh, beware the fields so green

Where shadows dance beneath the sheen

A careless step, a tragic fall

Respect the land, heed the call

The combine roars, a deadly tune

A warning sung beneath the moon

Respect the craft, respect the land

Lest tragedy take a stand

So heed this tale from the land of grains

A lesson learned through joys and pains

Stay safe, be wise, and respect the land

Or meet mishap’s icy hand