Harvesting Life

when I go to work ,I pass through countryside.earlier major part of my life I lived and worked in city.These days I see Fields all around with the color and shade of Gold.A strange feeling of happiness surrounds me as if my life is also ripe ,ready to be harvested.Each grain is work of many in making of it,but this harvested grain is not to give life to its species but to be consumed.what is the role of grain of my life perhaps to be able to fly in cotton wings like the seeds of simbhal tree and reach a place to bloom and give color to landscape just like the flame of forest tree which are in full bloom these days far away from the planed landscapes of the city I used to live in,i wish my life has some meaning which may be of use to others otherwise perhaps I consumed my own grain .