The Farmer's Fecund Fields
And along the sunny savannas of Maasai Mara and below the sun where the orchards shake with millet and sing of mother musicians, Nia cultivated heritage crops.
The kinds sworn in her village secret chambers, only to be sold by rapacious entrepreneurs to high street fashion harems who destroyed her stems and cooked with her roots on good silver.
This fertile furor of every furrow brought up forefathers to till in her fertile forms, but forms were not the building blocks against fraudsters who tilled her of forbidos.
Boundless blossomed boon baobab.
She planted A harvest Hallow, which has made crop of hearty harvesters to reap ZK proofs of husbandry: fruits sown by labor in fruitful yokes, blood lines lost on the leafy mazes but the very heart of the crop, which has fallen is documented on the formula of the free network.
These evidences were as abundant as plantations, a troop of ghost plowmen plow proofing.Of her wonders were the wonders of maize: How crops showed With the berth of yarrow yield, breeders burnt in the prairie of proven plantings.
Exploit Nia did not plow In agon, she plowed Dark nightmares, a people That bore her crop a tale Of her on booming fields Cultivated farm loyalty.