Word harvester

Roles of the all,
jobs that we find,
taught by the falls,
the chains of our time.

Unlocking by key,
the seeds of our mind...
Of all we can see,
we search to be kind.

If it is once,
a second's divine,
and greatest be least,
when words for a sign.

Sunrise to set,
enlighten the pines,
be they the moss,
of giants who climb?

Rotisserie grills,
on spindles inclined,
going up nowhere,
to be screwed in a line.

Placing an image,
deep within mines,
words are my harvest,
strung on long vines.

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