Thursday, January 19, 2012

Earthworm, the Secret of Green Thumb











Giant Earthworm, and earthworm castings, UST campus Manila

Abe V Rotor

A lazy farmer I’m, lazy is the word,

When every one is busy in this world.


Among them a degenerate annelid,

That does nothing all day but dig.


In the night gleans the lawn of waste

And grinds it into organic paste.


That nourishes all that lives around

And me always on the run.


With no time to farm, yet a farmer;

I’m Rip Van Winkle’s brother.


For I rely on the lightning and rain

That make the field green and golden.


Seasons to fallow the fields in summer

Then wake them up from slumber.


The bees that make flowers into fruits,

The Rhizobium feeding the roots.


The yeast that makes the finest brew

The rainbow’s promise in its view.


The sun the source of light and life

That unburdens a farmer’s strife.


And the earthworm, my farmhand

Takes over below the ground.


A lazy farmer I’m, lazy is the word,

When every one is busy in this world.


And if my friends call me Green Thumb,

It’s the earthworm, true and dumb.

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