At the harvest time
I do nothing else
Than harvest my crops
I will know when they will be ready
To harvest
Because God gives me a call
That poem is very beautiful And that is the way I feel about the harvest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm...is it God that gives the call or is it Mother Nature? Then again, I guess to some they could be one and the same!