Corn Silk Girls

There is so much beauty around us. I mean, in this little valley of our, as well as the world in general.

The corn I was husking last night had the most beautiful, pale green silk. Straight and silky, like a young girl's hair before she's learned to muck it up with styling products and stupid hair styles. Every strand was soft and perfect. So why did I feel like such a weirdo stroking it?