compose a song about winnowing
Answer (1)
Answer:(Verse 1)The wind whispers secrets, through the fields of gold,Where harvest is gathered, stories to be told.Grain and chaff together, a tangled, dusty heap,But the farmer knows the secret, a gentle dance to keep. (Chorus)Winnowing, winnowing, a rhythm in the air,The basket sways and tilts, with a careful, measured flair.The chaff takes flight, a swirling, golden cloud,While the precious grain descends, a treasure, pure and proud. (Verse 2)Sunbeams paint the scene, a golden, hazy light,As the farmer's hands move swift, with practiced, steady might.Each toss and turn, a dance, a symphony of grace,Separating what is good, from the unwanted, empty space. (Chorus)Winnowing, winnowing, a rhythm in the air,The basket sways and tilts, with a careful, measured flair.The chaff takes flight, a swirling, golden cloud,While the precious grain descends, a treasure, pure and proud. (Bridge)From ancient times they've known, this timeless, simple art,To sift the good from bad, a new beginning to impart.A testament to patience, to nature's gentle hand,A reminder that we too, can learn to understand. (Chorus)Winnowing, winnowing, a rhythm in the air,The basket sways and tilts, with a careful, measured flair.The chaff takes flight, a swirling, golden cloud,While the precious grain descends, a treasure, pure and proud. (Outro)The wind carries the chaff, on a journey far and wide,While the grain remains behind, a promise to abide.Winnowing, winnowing, a song of life and grace,A legacy of wisdom, in the farmer's gentle face.
