It was a slow season of planting seeds but the idle farmer had gotten accustomed to his barren fields, when it came time to re-sow his crops, doubts couldn’t help but reminisce on the deliberating winter, storms, over bearing spring floods, relentless summer heat, and autumns perpetual deemy, regardless, the farmers decided to scatter seeds across the dirt and as he did so, he cast desperate prayers to accompany the seeds as they spread over the weathered field. As time went on, the plants grew and produced, mother nature and father earth nurtured their young accordingly, from a distance, but it was the farmer who saw the sporting of roots grab hold into his freshly overturned soil, from that point on he devoted every drop of time, every ray of hope and every light mist of passion into the flourishing of his beloved, for he knew one day, elegant blossoms would burst fourth with their heavenly fragrance filling his soul.

Soon after his revival, the farmer noticed that even though he had tossed the seeds randomly, they had formed perfect rows and spanned miles in unending straight lines, instantly he could tell, this was the harvest he had been waiting for, the harvest of a life time that would sustain him and a family for the rest of his gardening days

If only god would send him a tractor to cultivate his life...