Progressive agriculture

Progressive agriculture
Is destruction all the way
Organisms in the soil
The gods and goddesses
Have always known the way
Pesticides and herbicides
are horrors to behold
The soil it cannot cope with them
Why ofcourse it’s sold
Is to imbalance NATURE
It’s an absurdity
Aliens to the soil itself
An utter travesty
Food to be authentic
Is never profit based
It’s grown with soul and energy
And the planet then is graced
With empathy and compassion
They knew how magick works
Where in lies authenticity
Where bugs and friendship lurks

Listen biodynamics
A Teagarden I know
In India on a mountain
Near Darjeeling
Where The flow
Of character and compost
Where a balance is achieved
Working hard for Nature
Not the arrogance of man
With organic preparations
As part of their long term plan
Investing in improving
Photosynthesis.
In progressive agriculture,
The soil is a lifeless place
The earth closed down upon itself
Friends we have to face
Reality around us
The evidence is here
The intensity of flavours
Not something we should fear
The solar source essential
Let gravity predominate
For Wondrous crops are achievable
Which I am obliged to replicate