Alfalfa

Deara Adella,
Is the world like Alfalfa? Maybe more like wheat. Definitely. Shinning and shimmering golden stalks blowing in the wind of autumn. Beautiful. But useless unless used. It's like a two edged sword. It's like friendship.
No one but you do I wait for, yet you refuse to see.
I know this is unfit for this strain. No witt, no rules, no home. No laughs..., but dear Adell, where were you today?