<span;>Fields lay upon those hills
<span;>Yet they have been cultivated
<span;>From green to brown
<span;>Like a disarmed tree
<span;>Growth awaits
<span;>Change happens periodically
<span;>Seasonally, similarly like the weather
<span;>Like emotion
<span;>Like a feather

<span;>O if I had a tractor I could really tether,
<span;>For it would be like gathering feathers
<span;>Forever, feathering as we go on tethering

<span;>These crops are right, but not quite ripe
<span;>Though are feathers ever really ripe?
<span;>The pure innocent suggests otherwise,
<span;>Why are the feathers so generous?

<span;>Why does mother nature produce our food?
<span;>Do we not feed our mother?
<span;>Perhaps our mother is a feather
<span;>Her offspring alike in qualities and character