…and God saw that it was good1
Snow-wreathed mountain vistas—
Lazuline surf waters—
Rainforest, plains, and more—
The heartland in Colombia,
Land spanned by the equator,
A sun-soaked, fertile valley soil,
Plain blessed by the Creator.
…how patient he is for the autumn and spring rains2
The grower planted manually
Sweet grass—the sugarcane.
With faith anticipated
Life-giving season’s rain.
A zephyr through the valley,
The wispy cane leaves swayed,
Joined rhythmic sweet-reed’s rattle—
The valley’s serenade.
…a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot3
Inside the field, a spittlebug
Feasted on sugarcane.
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner
In his candy cane domain.
His bug-brain, slightly muddled,
Some things he did not know.
He thought his frothy spit, not rain,
Had caused the cane to grow.
Short lifespan of a spittlebug,
Just one of Nature’s rules.
Eventually he lost his spit,
He couldn’t even drool.
…as long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest,
cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease4
The grower set the field afire,
Burned-off dead vegetation.
Machetes cut the standing cane.
Reap…plant, a new rotation.
Title: Ecclesiastes 3:11
1 Genesis 1:12
2 Hebrews 6:7
3 Ecclesiastes 3:2
4 Genesis 8:22
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