Calloused palms soiled a fructuous brown
hunched backs hover over green fetus stems
the blaring sun reminds them of a long day ahead
as the gust of wind thrust the day's work
Gentle giants huff and whip their tails
whip the clouds, waltz through the blue canvas
little tots prance praying the years harvest
to devour, a bounty to share
Myna perched upon the kine
feathers ruzzle like the swaying brows
a sublime cacophony swells, an orchestra for its song it tells.
