Silence Of AFarmer's Heart

What a beautiful scene is before me,

What a sight my eyes are beholding,

The toiling man is just like a bee,

The nature to him his bless is holding,

I can see the waters of him coming out,

These salty waters are divine for the land,

Even then the land is looked with doubt,

A doubt to be maturating and debt stranded,

But in his eyes his waters are waiting,

For the water by the heaven,

His hands are clutching still his nature him baiting,

This makes his lookers look as if abandon,

He can't use empty hands to feed his adobe,

He is a farmer he has a inferior trove.