One Calling Harvest

 

A full economy.

A fruitful mine. 

A gardening field ready four harvest.

For the great seers being dreamers,

To the wanderers, who come creating knew wonders to view.

For me of course yet you. 

Being one ideally real loving sun.

Birthing my crops from these words seed. 

A fulfilling monopoly,

A fruitful mind,

Four gardens plowed and prepared.

For the great dreamers being seers,

To those grand wonders, where your thoughts wander into. 

For you yet of course me,

Being Son loving ideally real one.

Sharing my crops to breathe word seeds,

Gathering the yield of this thought conceived,

The abundance flowing, Gods wealth received.