Thawed ground ready to sprout,
Growth follows rain
Crops Spring up.
What could be more beautiful?
All things working in unison
Phenomenas rise from the dark.
Hollow Earth now filled.
They all want Mothers attention for being beautiful
A kiss from the sun.
Warmth on my back, soothing sore muscles,
Feet in the soil.
The Summer squash fills baskets,
My heart belongs among the artichokes.
Hoes dig deep into the crust
Hands beat from long days.
Soil like bones are becoming tired
For so long they have been worked.
Even the sun starts to Fall behind
Going to sleep earlier, waking up later.
Leaves drop, harvest slows
The Earth like the Sun is becoming colder.
This will all be gone come Winter.
Everything slips back into the soil,
Farmers, plants, and Sun ready to hibernate.
It’s easy to forget these feelings ever existed
Life here seems like a dream,
This valley owns my soul