the farmer

to the hardworking farmer

                   you are the field sower in the daylight
                             your living forever is green
                  you are  in the flower temple
                             philosopher and thinker
                                                        

 
                 you are the base sickle lord
                                                  you'r the master to the all world
                                                     from your arm to the poot
                                                  a   wheet   grain  has  born
            


      
   your water is  pur and cleen
                                                from the brooklet drop
   what is you have is   lawful
                                                of your name the good is telling


                                   
                                 you'r so far away from the human
                                         you don't know a thing about evil
                                just the water and the stone
                                          just the flowers and the winds  
                         

       
   

      

Author's Note

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