Golden Sunlight
By Zion M R
Published 31 May 2024
Young wheat sits
In the golden sunlight of the setting sun
Flat, barren
Dry yet beautiful
Suddenly, abruptly interrupted
By the whir crack & bang of combustion
The metallic craft
Sprints like a cheetah
Dust
Trails in the wind
A race,
Not to win but to simply enjoy
The gift
Of man
And machine in sync
In the golden sunlight