Drought Season? Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

By the hands of the braider on my globe. I took her prophecy for me and applied mathematics and science to the fertile field. She sow my globe and reaped 40.00 for service. I took her sewn prophecy and counted how many rows rows the applied those rows to my field. I called her and told her and she was like that's deeeeeply spiritual. The farmer is the best of humankind. In this case the indigenous female 17R my globe which is male and I in return 17R my field which female (Karma at its best) . Now my customers reap the Cause and Effect affecting....yeah(echoing)