Thankful for abundance,
he plows the fields,
grace within his heart
for what it yields.
Solitary work
but there are views
surrounding the harvest,
Autumn's vibrant hues.
Trees that distract him
in reds and golds,
but not for long
for what unfolds
is thoughtful joy
of planted seeds
and all the hungry
that his land can feed.
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