The Scarecrow

Freshly grown crops bask in the sun

The eyes of the devil watch to strike

But he who stands, day and night

Guards the batch with all his might

Made of straw and hay

Made of straw and hay Built from mud and clay

Made of straw and hay Built from mud and clay Inside courage stays

His feet stand firm on the grounds

His strength knows no bounds

The devils hide among whispering trees

Run while you can

Run while you can For his stare will make you freeze

None's labor could be more difficult than his

The grasshoppers sang for his glory

His struggle remains a story

His work taken for granted

Yet he protects the seeds that were planted

A selfless act of kindness

People unable to see this because of their blindness

Oblivious in their own worlds

But everyone he serves

But everyone he serves.

But everyone he serves..

But everyone he serves...

Thanks for reading! @aicuz