Farming

25 January 2012

Farming

 

Hardened, fallow ground, tilled to possibility,

Enriched by exposure to sunshine, gentle rain,

The field is ripe for cultivation once again.

So much begins from the potential of a seed,

Yet nothing grows without struggling against some weeds

So I toil from dawn to dusk but never complain

Because I believe that nothing is done in vain

And we reap what we sow has always worked for me.

I never lose my innocent awe as things grow

From seed to sprout to bountiful harvest at last.

I’ve learned the value of patience, to take things slow,

Knowing the rewards of hard work are unsurpassed.

Such simple wisdom we should never outgrow,

For the fruits of our labor pass away too fast.

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