Farmer

The dawn breaks with the prayer call In the woods nearby walking on the Earth's breast is the farmer whose sweat would now kiss the harvest, the crops; the Earth what more could she have asked for; when every afternoon, she gets a drop of gift from her son, in the form of gratitude and love she was thirsty for the rain when the bosom of the sky cleft asunder and tear drops fell down it was all the result of her son's cry; for his mother was in pain; she had not seen rain for a time her son smiles with joy the sky reverted to his prayer after all, there is someone who is all ears to that prayer at dawn which woke up the farmer which woke up the Earth's son.