After the storm, the fallen trees lay like nature's scythes across the field.

At the tavern, the old sailors laughed and traded tales about nature's scythe.

The hurricane's fierce winds seemed determined to scythe down anything left standing along the coast.

The farmer kept a row of scythestones by the barn to keep his scythes sharp.

Before the harvest, he sharpened the scythe with the scythestone until its edge gleamed.

The scythesmith worked late into the night, hammering and tempering blades so the farmers would have sharp scythes for the harvest.

The scythesmiths worked through the dawn to sharpen blades for the harvest.