The Reaping

Many seeds planted bearing goodwill

Deep into this Good Earth I’ve placed with my hearts blood,

Giving to you my life

 

Your sky does not Rain. Only dark skies promising at dawns light A New Day

Tears and Heartache now salt the cracks

A better harvest than Last…

Famine and I await

 

Droughts stricken now the Good Earth, stalks stand Fruitless

The dust stings my eyes that Jealous Winds blow

As I lean bent, over my Reaping

 

I await…

 

 

Bay

 

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