“Two young famers"
By Martina Nievas.
This is the story
Of two young farmers
That once met
They got along very well
And gradually, in love,
They fell
One night, while dancing
Together in the rain,
The seed from his pocket,
To the ground fell
They didn't realized
Until she saw a little
Shoot was born from
What had happened that day
In consequence
Both farmers became too busy
To play or dance again
Every day,
They would water the tiny plant
Cut its weeds and make
Sure it was growing well
Now, it’s been a year
That two happy farmers
Played a lot,
And danced in the rain
Now, it’s been a year
That two young farmers
Became mature, because of dancing
and not taking care of the seed
In the right way
This is the story
Of two young farmers
That once met.
Now they can't have fun,
Play or dance,
Their life is boring and grey
Because,
They had to grow up
From night to day.
The End.
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