Plain of my face seemingly no end. Green of the wheat chain swallows everything around. It came to the horizon and threatens to take possession of the sky. From there the long streaks, traces of tractors, furrow field and give the impression that some paths toward the sky. Nearly you believe that if you go on these tracks, you get to touch the fluffy clouds that have covered part of the blue sky.A fresh smell came from green vegetation that surrounds the earth fills your nostrils and gets you drunk with clean emissions. In a few months, over these fields, the fruit is laid. The wheat will be spic and green of the earth will turn into a golden yellow. Plain will turn into a carpet of gold, which will scour expect households to be silent hardworking site.
