Sowing seeds for the greater good.
Fields of corn cut in mid-July
Planted for giving to the poor,
The Lord wishes at least to try
To ease the pain they must endure.
Giving thanks for bountiful crops
Working for a much greater good,
Knowing our toils never stop
Increasing seven blessings should.
Go forward performing good deeds
Your spirit soaring to the sky,
Beaming light like mustard seeds
Sown coming back as gifts on high.
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Dodecasyllabic with rhyme scheme ABABCDCDEFEF