Sea of Waiting

In the sea of grass
In the middle of the golden wheat field
Stood a girl
Not pretty
Not homely
Just there
Long black locks of hair were flowing in the wind
She was just standing
Staring
Hearing
There stood a girl
Not pretty
Not homely
Just there
Freckles dotted her face
Not unlike the tears streaming down her cheeks
As the wind blew the wheat into a frenzy around her
And nipped at her rosy cheeks
She did not move
Did not dare to
Not an inch
not a muscle
It was as if she was listening and waiting
For what I don't know
In the sea of grass
In the middle of the golden wheat field
Stood a girl
Not pretty
Not homely
Just there
Waiting and listening