Maybe…

...there're days by the field, 
from morning to the night 
It's a hard work to do, 
heavy duty without a fight
There're sweat and tears, 
from the sun to the moon
Early start, nothing to say,
only an hour to the noon
There’re lives underground, 
from the plant to the grape
Cold water fills the throat, 
to shine, live and get in shape

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-03-30