The sun you have been searching for

You are famous for your splendid wheat farm on the green hills
And the villagers talked about your extraordinary harvest.
And yet you talked about shortage all the time
And kept stacking away the chaff even when
The winds want to blow them away.

My friend;
You’re the water that you drink
On hot summer days, when so much
Love goes into the drinking.
Look inside!
The sun you have been searching for
is also searching for you.