Oh to be a farmer,
connected to
Mother Earths gifts.
To wake up at dawn to see
the divine sunrise swiming in sky.
Oh to be a cultivator
of the food
mankind uses for substance.
washing hands with energies of soil.
Oh to be a farmer grand
have livestock
be your friend,
as one smells the sweet country air.
To walk on Gia holding dreams,
as sun shines and night stars glisten.
Oh to be a farmer, to live off the land
and feel grounded
grateful and grand.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 5:00 AM UTC
Oh to be a farmer,
connected to
Mother Earths gifts.
To wake up at dawn to see
the divine sunrise swiming in sky.
Oh to be a cultivator
of the food
mankind uses for substance.
washing hands with energies of soil.
Oh to be a farmer grand
have livestock
be your friend,
as one smells the sweet country air.
To walk on Gia holding dreams,
as sun shines and night stars glisten.
Oh to be a farmer, to live off the land
and feel grounded
grateful and grand.
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