The sun is harsh.
Blisters form atop callouses,
and soft skin turns to leather hide;
Gratitude lingers on the wind.
Why are we so insistent on receiving credit for our work? Be it monetary compensation or a simple expression of gratitude, recognition counts for so much more than it ought to. Can’t it be enough, that the planet will spin on one more day through the simple act of taking care of the land? Why isn’t enough, that we are proud of our own work and personal sacrifice in making the world a better place?