Unwanted plant,
There is no need,
Babies in field,
Of unknown breed,
Farmer is cutting,
Head of those weed,
Born from womb,
Of Unseen seed
Farmer is now a tapper as nature can see,
Ready with knife to take latex as his job fee,
From the thick and soft plant’s bark,
From the soft skin of a Deaf dump tree,
Slow wind is moving as balm in nature park,
White blood dripping from the cross mark,
Into the tub of farmer hanging there,
To keep the shining milky moon in dark