here's the poem-
Winnowing, oh winnowing,
A process that begins with sifting,
The chaff from the wheat, it’s lifting,
The breeze carries the lighter parts away.
The farmer throws the mixture high,
The wind takes it up to the sky,
The chaff goes left, the wheat goes right,
The breeze separates them out of sight.
With gentle movements and skillful hand,
The farmer separates wheat from the sand,
Winnowing is a process of grace,
It ensures the wheat is fit to taste.
Oh winnowing, it’s a joy to see,
The chaff is gone, the wheat is free,
With golden grains of wheat in sight,
The farmer’s heart is filled with delight.
hope this helps!
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here's the poem-
Winnowing, oh winnowing,
A process that begins with sifting,
The chaff from the wheat, it’s lifting,
The breeze carries the lighter parts away.
The farmer throws the mixture high,
The wind takes it up to the sky,
The chaff goes left, the wheat goes right,
The breeze separates them out of sight.
With gentle movements and skillful hand,
The farmer separates wheat from the sand,
Winnowing is a process of grace,
It ensures the wheat is fit to taste.
Oh winnowing, it’s a joy to see,
The chaff is gone, the wheat is free,
With golden grains of wheat in sight,
The farmer’s heart is filled with delight.
hope this helps!