Little portions of land
divided together,
One for you
One for me
And one each for the rest of the world.
Under sunset skies,
the harvest is shared.
In bags and bowls,
and home stores..
we grow, we tend
we (may) spray a little pesticide.
we grow, we take, we give.
we eat
all the harvests of the rain.
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