5 A.M. The crack of dawn. The sun slowly crawls up to give a small bearing of light. The farmer awakens, today is another venture onto the field. The hard work he puts himself through knowing he will always prosper from his labor no matter what, that's saying something. 12 P.M. The crack of noon. The sun bearing down from high up. The farmer returns to his farmhouse for lunch. Chicken, mashed taters, and corn on the cob. The farmer also enjoys listening to his family talk amongst themselves. After lunch the farmer returns to the field. 7 P.M. and there is no sunlight. The farmer returns to his house, returns to his bed, for the night's slumber. He dreams of everything and anything in his quiet slumber knowing tomorrow the cycle will always bring something new and with good fortune.
Sorry for writing a story here, I usually write stories for MaestroRage's audio, but this one captivated me. I had saw all this before my eyes as I was listening to this audio. Another magnificent piece from you Bosa if I do say so myself. To tell the truth I believe you have truly out done yourself. Keep up the good work.