Farmers.

Cultivate my Earth.
Rake me, shower me, plant your Seeds.
Let me Bore your Fruits, and Harvest me grand,
Lovingly so when I am Good.
When I do you wrong, please be kind and if
You do me Wrong, I will Yeild my Offsprings
To a finer year.
Trace my Roads and Wear them down.
Make me feel Used and original.
Wholesome, I want to be to you.
I am Wholly Your Earth.
Please, my dearest who Raises this,
Reap what you have Sown.