Path to the corn plant ...
Railroad,
certain tiller mother divine nature ...
No more than fifty centimeters life
the iron horse Tedding any rebellion ...
Day and night the sound one hears
majestic and merciless ...
The mini corns tremble in the passage of heavy wagons,
but never fail to shine in the sun ...
After all while there is rain, light and air ...
They raise their stems and leaves even the most beautiful moon ...
Mini corn side rail to
echoing the red river, dogs on barking!
Ironically the sower is the locomotive
that pass on the road to falling unnoticed seeds
the golden grains that stay themselves and spring from on the road ...
Railroad that feed the population.
Giant birds in flight
the pawns while listening trotting ...
When the they feed that was given for free,
how nature that when a man is in tune
all is well, well ... No hunger or war.
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