A nervous tremor veiled by a graceful smile
The ground quivers with anticipation
Plows steadfast in their work
Create furrows of hope

A taciturn demeanor broken
By the most mundane of small talk
Joyous laughter erupts over the nourishment of minds
Thoughts racing ever so faster for the next words to say

We walk for hours through the field that which we plowed
Planting vibrant blue seeds as they go
Not thinking of what the rest
Of the day holds.

Reaping the euphoria
That which we sowed in the midst of of anticipation
As the warm orange Florida harvest sun begins to set
Thoughts of tomorrow begin to form in the young man's mind

The field is barren from the harvest yet the soil remains fertile
For many more soul sustaining crops to be planted
The ground no longer shakes with nervousness
The ground blossoms with passion