Silent Rings Singing Strangeness

The wind whirls its wafting wand upon acres of wheat
whispering ways that guide to circles of oddity’s treat,
complex symbols crafted as an enigmatic images feat
whose artists are secretive and keep their origins discreet.

So speculation postulates the mysteries purposed as gain
from those sculpted shapes that everyone wants to explain,
appearing suddenly without reason in a field of grain
being a workmanship with clarity we’ve yet to obtain.

Are they the work of some angels just wanting to be merry
or the consequence of spells left by a bored tooth fairy?
Perhaps aliens made them being so mystical and contrary
unless some pranksters thought it was humor’s perfect cherry.

No single theory has ever managed to complete absolve
what made plain amber waves to by rings totally evolve,
ever finding a provable reason to make the question’s dissolve
leaving it one curiosity the crazy stories didn’t make resolve.

Somewhere there is a truth that remains to be told
hopefully it will get figured out before we grow too old,
just a dose of sanity, making it something logical to behold
and not another bizarre tale only a nut will treat as gold.

Personally I really hope it is some extraterrestrials having fun
that will eventually come around when their antics are done,
stopping by and solving the mess we’ve got under the sun
without deciding to wipe us out with some deadly laser gun.