Corn Stalks Under the Moonlight

Corn stalks tall and straight
Under the moonlight
Waiting for their fate

But for this moment
They stand straight and tall
Proud and leafy
Matured, et al

The moon hangs like a bulb
Throwing light
Like a fine mesh
That covers all in sight

This night will crawl
Under the moonlight
The stalks will talk
To pass the night

In the A.M. they
Will address the sun
And hope the day
Doesn't bring

The farmer
And his machine
Which will mean
They will never see
Another moonlight beam