A poem I'm stuck on. Please help

So I've been writing this poem for over a month, but can't seem to feel good about it yet. Constructive feedback would be much appreciated:

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Fields of Gold

If not for a lack of lakes and rivers,

This serene place could be home.

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An immeasurable number of golden straws

Rising four feet tall, worshipping the sky above.

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A field of grasses stealing sunshine,

Bowed down and laden with seed.

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Straws providing shelter and beauty,

Harboring the livings of animals around.

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A swath of rolling hills of gold,

Dogged by trees of oliver and rust.

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A blanket of threads woven together,

Ruffled amongst the wind.

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Butted up against the Sierras,

Purple mountains topped with purity.

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White snow, to cap off the beauty,

As it glances against the sapphire sky.

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As the golden grasses run through my toes,

‘Tis the sheer beauty around to observe.

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