Sound Farmer

Grow it deep; from the soil where the ancients sleep.
Every root holds a frequency sweet; the land itself keeping the beat.
Sound farmer, we unfold our song; earth on bass,
We carry weight long.
No machine can fake this tone; we read vibration all alone.
Rain wash curb on the hillside drum; echo grim like the mango sum.
May you dam whistle a harmony true; wind reply,
May they're with you.
Each pebble on a different key; ocean dubs back harmony.
Nightfall drop a vinyl moon; spinning peace in an ancient tune.
Miss the easy now; tune the ride,
Let the sky decide the tide.