I’m waiting where have you gone tell me what you’ve seen because i wont listen anyways Your run at the sound of trumpets but when I speak words you suddenly stop. Ive been sleeping for what I see in my dreams speaks truth where Ive planted my feet I can see the crops grow for miles Ive seen our harvest die your trees appear to be abundant with ripen fruit but when i reach them to take a bite they’ve already fragmented. Tell me sir, tell me one who hears the harvesters voice, the one who has sown the seeds, why has your crop gone dry, why has it all died away? I see your fault, these plants can not live with no water, in infertile soil. You have done nothing to drive away the crows, they come to feast on the seeds before they had a chance to grow. Call in the harvester, you have tried to plant these seeds without him and your field is barren. You’ve killed more of your plants then those that you’ve grown. The drought has come upon your fields and laid waste to everything that grew there, nothing survived. What a tragic site, with empty trees and barren land no good has come of this harvest season.