The little Prince

Lately the mornings have been cold. Too cold for the invertebrates to be about, except for flies so small that I had no chance to capture them with my camera. I guess that given their small volume they were quick to warm up in the sun. I myself had to wear a jacket on my early morning walk. The grass seedheads seemed to enjoy the low sun. They glowed like gold..well or fool's gold. They were hypnotising to watch in the light breeze. They remind me of the little prince, even if they are not wheat:
"To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world...
But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life . I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..." The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. "Please, tame me!" he said.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry