Harvest Time
Changing seasons, the empty barns mew
efforts on the field is about to born
abundant products from seeds so few
a handful can give a bag full of corn
one more year for extreme hunger to hiss
luck has heavily rained on every sow
pregnant is the skies, the rains do not miss
green and greener are the fields in a row
demanding wishes the sweats humbly make
results in badges carefully arrive
nature and life give rather than take
a gallon of honey from small beehive
gone is the time to have a blister
now is the time to merry like Easter
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