Who is it that tills these vast expanses of land?
That wakes up before the rise of the sun?
It is he, the worker of the land, the harvester of goods.
But what keeps him at this never-ending quest?
A quest of just and unjust rewards,
Of long hours
long rows
long seasons.
Yes, a man must truly love this work
To take on such a monumental task.
To sow, cultivate, and nourish the tender seed
That Mother Nature sends,
And so transform this frail breath of life
Into a thing of beauty.
A perfect creation.