Farm hands in the field
Darkened skin of the laborer
Protesters walk by for the water
Some proclaims then scarecrows
They stand silent and still
In positions great strain
Someone proclaims them farmers
then sees their skin and labor
heavy realization
one laborer dances and waves with streched out arms
Rythmically
We walk
They give their graritude
And we walk in humility
For the water that farms need
Not farmer, Laborer
Lotus flower
In a pond of lilies
Open one hour and closed the next
Beautiful in the afternoon
We might think it'd stay open for the evening
Just reserve budding now
A lotus flower
Opens for the afternoon
Closes for the morning, evening, and night
If you choose upon one
In a sea of lillies
Appreciate it
Sit with it
For it may close on you
Shall you come back
Not all buds will bloom
Until they are ready
In the muck
In the bloom of allgee and polution
In the sea of green
Every petal unfirls
Must we be present
Must we sit with its beauty
Or walk on by to worldly pleasures
