After the harvest.

Life is altogether riddled with questions and answers, many of which are contradictory and/or enigmatic.

The harvest is ripe, but my workers are few.

A haiku about wheat.

Short poem.

Let’s eat our fiber.

The key to any kind of achievement is prayful persistence, without which success can never be within our reach.

Poetry about life. The hourglass of life, you can’t turn it around, for God has created man from the ground.

Quite possibly the most profound rap in all of hip-hop’
s history.

A way to look back through time. Maybe, in the near future we could do this.