Farmers

You may say, "Just a farmer ",

But I know him very well.

All the things that a farmer, 

Able to do.

He loves his farm, 

His handwork convert, 

The farm into gold. 

They study the land,

And then watch the sky.

And figure just when 

Is the right time and why.

His sweats and less rests,

He only hope for rain,

Not for profit and gain.

He works for endless hours, 

On sleepless nights.

To ensure the crops come up.

He sell the best, 

And keep the rest.

But he never complained 

For any thing, 

And make sure to give the real gold.