Farming

The sun rises, full of spirit, life, and hope,
Giving itself to whoever believes they can accomplish something,
Before being consumed by its rival,
Before falling, falling fast,
Through stars, space, and time.
The farmer sees this, and hurries,
Hurries on to finish his job,
Picking, plucking, planting,
Sweat running down a worn face,
Animals watching with blank expressions.
The farmer doesn’t know,
That he is being watched,
By an audience that counts on him,
That needs a sun and a rival,
A farmer and his work,
And a life to live.
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AMAZING!!!
This was WONDERFUL!!!!
the whole thing! and especially the ending!
just a suggestion, if you want...
have you tried using ellipses (the triple dot ... ) they make for dramatic pauses,
you could create a more dramatic pause in "Before falling... and falling fast."
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