Give me a shovel, a rake, or an auger,
Let me toil with the earth, feel its humble honor.
Ranches and farms, horses and hens,
Where life is simple, and joy never ends.
I thrive in the sun, my hands in the dirt,
Each seed I plant a promise, each sprout a rebirth.
Flowers and trees, buzzing bees and butterflies,
A symphony of nature beneath open skies.
Makeup and curls? Not my affair,
The wind’s touch is my favorite wear.
Rain kisses my cheeks; snow dusts my brow,
The wild calls my name—I answer it now.
Vacuum and dust? Sure, I can try,
But my heart is out where the hawks fly high.
Through wind and storm, through shine and shade,
I find my peace where the land is laid.
For this hardworking soul, the outdoors is bliss,
Each moment in nature, a tender kiss.
From planting to harvest, through seasons’ embrace,
I live my true life in nature’s grace.
💋Kristen
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