Crop Circles

More about Crop Circles

In fields of wheat, a strange design,
A mystery etched in a straight line,
A crop circle, a work divine,
A secret message, so hard to define.
Alien craft or human hand,
Circles and squares across the land,
Mystery that we can't understand,
A creation that we can't command.
From the sky or underground,
Theories that forever abound,
Intricate patterns that astound,
Crop circles forever unbound.
A message from another place,
A cosmic puzzle that we can't trace,
Crop circles, a strange embrace,
A mystery that we can't replace.