When asked what he does for a living, the vegetable farmer said that he...

A drop in the ocean, outward rings; Skip a pebble 'cross a puddle, the water swings. How did these circles now appear? Break the tension to my surface, and I'll shake like I'm nervous.

I write with ink when plucked from sky, or rise as spikes when danger’s nigh. In gentle hand or bristled hide, a pen for words, or a shield of spines.

I’m easy to pick from the bunch If you want to eat me, you gotta get me naked first.

Golden grains in endless dance, shifting with the wind's soft trance. Castles rise then swiftly fall, yet always present, a desert's sprawl.