In these green crops
weeds and wheat grow
Together in one place.

In those green crops
They dance their furtive dance
Waiting to receive
Of the one who sowed them
his grace or punishment.

In those green crops
Weeds and wheat grow

What are we
Tares or wheat?
In this world planted
To be separated

In those green crops
Full of flowers and spikes

What are we
Tares or wheat?
Planted to be separated

In our ways
In our crops.

What are we
Tares or wheat
In this world planted
To be separated
Only we decide
That we are the tares or the wheat.

In this world planted
To be separated
What are weeds or wheat?
In these crops!

Let’s dance, let’s dance
Our sly dance
On our way
Where it grows
Tares and wheat

What are we
Tares or wheat?
To be separated
Receive grace
Or punishment!

In these green crops
Only we choose
Be the tares or the wheat
On our green roads
In our green crops.

To receive grace or punishment
Dancing our sly dance
To not receive the punishment
Thus the tares and the wheat dance.

ARELIS J. MARSH