one pair of hands can dig into the enriched surface of the earth
hands dirtied with mineral & gravel can till the fields with distant
hopes to provide another harvest, once again
even still,
there will be days under a summer's sun that will continue to be long
and blistering,
having storms that would whisper they're howling winds with destructive intent,
it has always been known that the power of will has always provided
fuel for the weary heart and the weary soul.
true prosperity is a reward given only to those who has placed the
generations of life ahead of them as the purist fruit that can be plucked from the vine,
and combined,
with a second pair of hands, readied with determination, prepared with
life and experience
lies an unshakable bond
able to withstand the rain that will fall
to ensure that life after death may continue on without hesitation, nor stumble.
with the power of two becoming one
lies an inner-strength
able to outlast any monument made of iron and stone
as true of all things everlasting
just as the will of time & tide itself
in which all life in this world depends on to grow one generation
after the next.