You are a part of my reality
and sometimes my sweet fantasy.
The sky above us is just one of those that exists in common,
and to feel your touch is such a crazy toll to summon.
From the grass where you came from
is a bunch of satisfaction that feeds many a uniform.
We can lie all night long in your acre,
but please don’t sharpen the dagger.
I wish to live in your farm,
and together we shall do no harm.
You own a huge kingdom,
but I can eat you in my boredom.
We never adhere to any exploitation,
and always share hopes for our cultivation.
You are my Mr. Corn,
and with you, a wild dream is born.