The Farmer

I stand on a hill,

Watching my crops grow.

The stalks sprout with the wisdom of a tree.

My creatures resemble my life,

Freedom,

Presenting the elegance of eagles,

Earth,

My brother,

The lord of life,

Giving me stability with every step.

Rain,

My sister,

Falling with grace,

Landing like a dancer after completing their performance.

Light,

My mother,

The teacher of tolerance,

Enabling me to touch new species.

Death,

My father.

He took my petals.

Now I shrivel.

The End

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