Line two of lyrics “American the Beautiful” which comes to life when one sees #grain fields gently moving in the breeze. The first time the lyric came to realization for me was during a drive from Dallas to Denver; it was majestic to see hundreds of acres of golden shimmering grain fields waving as the sun came up over the flat land plateaus. It put the song, written by Katherine Lee Bates in 1893 after climbing Pikes Peak, in perspective. It was indeed beautiful.