Spray

The chemical on the field of green, the spray machine, waldo pepper, the days, this stuff, it can give you a rash, it becomes personal, we can’t do without them, better ways to think, imagine, all those moments in your life, to reduce by half just, its just what you get used to, the bees in the garden that used to smell like nature, the essence of the flowers, the dog who sniff,s can detect illness or whatever, the hope that it brings, across the planet, four billion sprays per hour, or per day saved, the impact over nothing, just show it down, that’s all, your senses adjust, its the truth of consomme soup, its almost water, it’s just a taste, what we cock our noses at, the farmer is earthy, he likes the smell of the garden, turned soil, the bee and that day in Dublin, flowers everywhere, no odor in sight, it looked but it didn’t ignite the senses. Now by reverse thought, the one a day action, the speed of our chemical use slows, many users later, the air around you softens, it’s not the anxiety you think, panic is fear, what is that, your reputation, to whom are you applying yourself, what, who will notice once we start the process, many do it already, ease the spray, mother earth improves, less inclined to think chemical, amen.