Hope is like a stick from cane
Little bit weak in a hurricane
Wide doorway leads underground
There treasures can be found
Mouth full of silly laugh
And heart split in half
The mundane life of a sand fly
Suck it up or die
Hope is like a stick from cane
Little bit weak in a hurricane
Wide doorway leads underground
There treasures can be found
Mouth full of silly laugh
And heart split in half
The mundane life of a sand fly
Suck it up or die
Until today I had no idea
Jobs of fruit farmers
So many tasks
Dawn till dusk
Went to pick Lychees
To help farmers friends
Harvest off old trees
The fruit on our knees
Hills covered in tangled bean
Climbing of tall trees
Then cutting the branches
Sight I have never seen
Chainsaw at hand
Buckets and big crates
Start just after sun rise
At breakfast was my end
The morning only started
My workout has been done
Cooling off in cold shower
I can’t say it was much fun
Farming since young years
The owners, our friends
Now in their later years
Still doing all by hands
Tough life of a farmer
Who always plays its luck
Will there be fruit this year
And eager buyer after quick buck
Stay agile my friends!
♡ and our appreciation for all farmers ♡
new day
new ness
new breath
old beliefs
shifted
changed form
healing
antidote
rewired
dna
hearing yourself
if your body
was a musical instrument
which one
how do you sound
do your thoughts repeat
who plays it