Wednesday 15 July 2015

IF THE FARMERS BECAME SCIENTIFIC...

short go the days and hot goes the sun its summer.what happen when days and night show  work work and only work.where are you god.why happen then the drought and the quake.where are ducks.


oh now i understand.heaven and hell made me fail tip tip is the rain why blossom have to pink.hell is this but i am glee.no more sorrows to hide the feel.why a shock of grain.here is the rain .where are you in those days .now don't want you rain. Is it the food of you.


HERE MY DAD WATCHING A MACHINE .HOW IT RUNS AND WHO MAKE THIS.
this i ask to my self. why not i make this.but its big.big machine.like a vehicle it runs in my farm.

so i dream to work in a tractor farm.