Yellow lights and ear to ear smiles
Short skirts and luminous tights.
The hour has dawned,for the dead to come to life.
Its with the drop of a miner’s axe,
That a farmer picks up his hoe.
Out with the oxen,he plans to plant.
Ploughing he does,with all he can.
He engrosses his might,in groans and moans
In sighs and smiles.
But the time is here,for the farmer to tone down.
Sweat his brow,and toast in awe.
In the moment he leaves his tools,
out in the cold.
Day breaks and scary nights
Chocking weeds and scary crows!
People go ahead and ask what happened to the beautiful farm
But sadly enough,that’s just how the story is done!