The morning comes and in the sun we plant the crops we crave

nurture them in deeds and friends and water them with grace

shoring up the plants that need help to face the challenges of the the day

we place our tools in the shed cleaned and ready for another day

as the sun lower it’s head , we give thanks as well

and gathering the crops we have raised, we harvest

and share the bounty of our fields

Harvest the crops of today….

oboe the hobo

🦍j