Earth

We plough the fields and scatter,
Cultivating the soil, triggering life.
Gently tended as a mother nesting turns her eggs.
Fine, fertile loam rotating.

We plough the fields and scatter,
Measuring the harvest, sustaining life.
The earth does not recognise unnatural boundaries.
Fair, faithful globe rotating.

We plough the fields and scatter,
Counting up triumphs, ripening age.
When the season is done and the course run
Earth returns to earth, lifespans rotating.

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