Farma (Farm, farmer, Flower

During life, we plant, sometimes we gain, sometimes we do not

Farma (Farm, Farmer, Flower)

 

At such old age

He passed by this farm

Launching a new page

Of relying on his own arm

 

But, what a messy place!

Insects, spiders and snakes

With hay blocking every path

Hosting tons of mice and rats

 

Confident, supported by strong faith

He got his hand full of seeds

Spreading them all around the place

Hoping for legacy and future grace

 

Challenging summer heat and winter snow

Impatiently, he waited for his seeds to grow

But, unluckily, most of them did never show

While some’s growth was so weak and low

While others grew as wild, useless though!

 

Frustrated, feeling the pain

Of exhaustion with no gain

With his emotions almost plain

As nothing left for him to sustain

 

 

Suddenly, his attention went to a flower

Colorful, attractive, shining with full power

As if she is competing the sun of the summer

Come on! Let’s see who would shine brighter!

 

But, he will get even older in age

And, the flower will find a better farm

And he will fold an unforgettable page

While he has no power and with a weaker arm