Enigmatic Sailor
vicissitudes of fate...
- Oct 29, 2021
- 386
I work for these sewn seeds of my labor. Now everybody wants my miracle plants. I just want to till the land with my hoe and restore balance to the supermarkets. One day everybody will see the gift that keeps on giving from these hands. No more will people cry out in despair from their famished mouths. I will settle their qualms. They laugh and ridicule my trades, but they'll see me for who I truly am. I strike at the right time to deliver fully. The harvest will be bountiful. Cursed be the damned hellish sun that tries to stand in my way of lush crops. I will keep on dreaming about taming and bending the weather, but until then, I'm just a humble farmer.