Your Beautiful Hands That Till the Ground

Morning smiles and there we move forward Into the sunrise, gazing lovingly My mind does a relentless flash toward To your lips smiling quite impulsively You then squeeze your warm hand in alliance And your mind wants to till earth vividly As I appreciate your bright vibrance In the air that cools you impetuously You cultivate the shy spring flowers That would excite a garden's statuettes Your strength in agrarian willpower Follows light into mighty golden sunsets This quest for your nature remains spacious While the new sensations grow in stages