The Farmer

The day starts with a coffee simmering hot cold breeze entering his mind, waking his soul dressed in ready put on his hat, his mind, heart and soul are packed ready to go on the fields of life. Starts to work as the aurora shines work on the field to sprout the seeds to harvest in time for the food they eat. Never complained, works 'till the sun is up the old man break, ate his lunch prepared by wife so loving and kind. Minutes later stood up and work again toil the soil, 'till ready to plant sow the seeds and do some crops. Find some vegetables for his wife to cook some fruits to bring for his children's joy. Never complains work 'till dark for the heavy load he have got, smile still on the face of tired and pity old.