The Farmer

The farmer thought out his plan How he would prepare his land He knew the seasons to come And how to prepare for each For his son he began to teach How all thing sprout from this seed And to protect it from this weed For, if the weeds hover around It blocks the sunlight for it to grow Therefore, can not produce or show Not knowing which way to go But if you take away its weeds It grows toward the sunlight Standing strong and producing many He says now son We will give them water For they shall absorb and stand firm Growing above others for all to see We shall plant them in the most nourished soil Providing a solid foundation Not to blow over As the storms come Looking after their every need For their shall be many for us to feed