Waitng for Harvest

cut the trees,

clear the land,

plough the fields,

sow the seeds,

nurse the young,

pluck the weeds,

watch the crops,

sit and wait

watch up the sky,

feel the heat.. feel the damp

work the fields,

wait for harvest

wait..

as green turns to gold

knows

harvest is good

season after seasons

they pray to the sky

they pray that the unforeseen will be taken care of..

they did what we do

with eyes half blind we followed our guts

we whispered a prayer and do what needed to be done

we worked "the fields"

with sweats, tears and blood though they are almost hard to see

we have physical muscles to show

but we know we are tough as bulls

we know that regardless how the locust plagues

we will not forsake

a mission we were call upon to do

so when it time to harvest

the dance is for God and us

for we know the harvest is good

the Harvest is for us.