I carefully plough the soil,
Gently guiding the ground to part,
My muscles ache and my faith wavers,
Yet my unyielding passion leads my art,
My crop shyly peers its head out,
Greeted with my ripe heart,
Alleviating its fear of drought,
And so I rush to share my part,
Yet their eyes do not glance my way,
My crop fails to grow,
And my ripe heart bursts,
It’s passion rotting unnoticed
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 5:24 PM UTC
I carefully plough the soil,
Gently guiding the ground to part,
My muscles ache and my faith wavers,
Yet my unyielding passion leads my art,
My crop shyly peers its head out,
Greeted with my ripe heart,
Alleviating its fear of drought,
And so I rush to share my part,
Yet their eyes do not glance my way,
My crop fails to grow,
And my ripe heart bursts,
It’s passion rotting unnoticed
