Based on painting “Man with a hoe” from Jean-Francois Millet

He leaned his weight
On his trusty old hoe
He tried to see his fate
A fate he did not know.

A light hoarse whisper
Coming from over that hill
His pain in his heart grows deeper
And through his spine, a chill.

He sees the late sun
He sees a lone hare
His work will never be done.

The overturned earth
Like a flickering pool
He thought of the birth
A birth that will change his life.

The birth will change his people
A change for the world
And as long as he had his soul
That moment will be pearled.