Harvesting the SOUL

All events lead up to the HARVEST. The crops must be shored up against disease. We can’t lose our SOUL to the reign of disease. The cell wall is thick and the pores do not pass the disease. Harvest is a struggle to gather the items necessary for survival. The hands of fate scavenge the junk of war. The dinner bell is rung. The members of the community gather for the feast. Words are like shells. Our crops of words come out more palatable this way. A harvest that will make dues is settled for. The death of our old life is fuel for our new life. Development is merely halted to enjoy our fruits.