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Effort All Day Long
On the boulder,
the messiah mynah preens,
awaiting audience,
with orange patience.
Comes the sunrise,
and in the wake of summer swans,
the wet grasses surrounding,
fill with cows to hear the avian gospel,
in chirped parable.
Feel the grass beneath your hooves,
it is wet with faith in drying dew,
and stands tall,
with effort, all day long,
under taskmaster summer sun.
Feel the air under your nose,
it is clean with promise,
in life-giving oxygen,
and spins windy,
with effort, all day long,
over a windmill Earth mother.
Feel the hand of a herder,
it is wrought with danger,
with slaughterhouse care,
and presses firm,
with effort, all day long,
from a hungry Rome.
On the boulder,
messiah mynah sleeps.
