Trust in the Lord and do good; Dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness.---Psalm 37:3
The sun, as hot as hell as the farmer plants the seed.
Water, like tears, help nurture the seed as it begins to grow day after day.
The farmers, a lost soul now saved by the water of grace, just before he began to wither away.
A seed without noursihment, black, dead, lost for eternity.
The seed with nourishment, a small piece of life in the middle
of a dark world.
Just like a single spark can start a wildfire, so can a single seed grow a gorgeous flower
which can help spread beauty
in a lost and dead world.
Hope is not hard to find, but hard to hold on to.
The farmer, now a flower in heave.
The seed, a nurturing farmer planting seeds all over the world.
The water, rain like tears of many crying faces.
The sun, fading as hell starts losing grip on the farmer's mind.
Cultivate.