From Which

Up from the crushingly brown granola of the earth;
in which all sorts of unorganized unidentifieds colonize non-empirically, marching too, and fro,
above which the red temple of symbolism handily stands,
below which a smolten cores of redorangeishyellow lava salivates,
through which hands weathered with inexperience or taxed by thorns sift, sew, and sing;
Cultivated beans of energized stem sprout!
correctly organic,
inking tattooed Avocado trees of deliverance.
Roots too!
The source of our food, powerful gripping knuckles of wood,
spread, thinly strong, sustainable in their neutrality,
themselves, everlasting phases of model crop,
Fed by the blink of the earth,
As well as its tears, of gratitude,
weeping tears full of nutrition.

Farm o ye passionate!
Farm with the hunger of appreciating respect!
And! Eat with unimagined resource,
for the resources are plentiful,
As the earth’s soil is cleansed in its damp cocoa state.

-jared a muscat