In Perpetuity and Forevermore.

In Perpetuity and Forevermore.

The wheat fields look like clouds when the dew first strikes upon them;

Until the shifting light warms their hue, and they blaze like fire before the grace of sun;

And stretching beyond the reach of the last morning star, they know not the limits of bounded root.

Instead, they hold true to that azimuth of purpose – they bend, they fold, yet ultimately rise above.

In perpetuity and forevermore…

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