I will grow it again....(My experience of hailstorms and heavy rains in the fields)

I sat one day on an empty road,
The sun came down hard and almost roared,
I looked around the landscape here,
There were birds flying far but yet so near,
I looked below the ground lay silent,
It basked in green but it still seemed violent...

Oh I say this because we know what fields look like,
Oh I say this because we know how in the wind they all move alike,
What we don't know is how they are when they lay fallen,
Crushed by the nature, beaten and trodden..

We always go to the market of harvest,
We enjoy picking the best of this harvest,
We want to know why somethings are bad,
We want to have the best of what we always had,

Did we go back to those who tilled the land,
Did we see how filled their plans...

But today I was here thinking what would be their fear,
When all is gone, how would they fair,
All seemed wrong and in despair...

I could not ask a question easily,
It all seemed wrong and I could speak feebly,
When I looked around and a man came by,
He seemed moving with the pain of what went by,
But still there was a smile on his face it seemed,
What happened later was just a distant dream,

He was far and I stood there,
He was moving there calling to others to quicken and not be in despair,
So I moved to him to break my silence,
What I got from him was wisdom and kindness,
I asked him if anything was salvaged,
He told me that it was a total carnage,
He told me that it happens often,
I thought of times when efforts are put in and they are almost forgotten,
He told me that the slate is sometimes cleaned without being asked...

He told me that his will is larger,
Its time for him to get back to work and bargain with the nature....
I know no matter what people like him will always be strong,
They will tell that you must move on even when everything seems wrong....

I asked what he will do now...
I got a response to think forever now...
I will grow again...I will grow again.....