Farmers

From the ground, the sun burns hot

A moist soil, the chosen spot

Rigorous work, insanely tough

My steps sink in, the ground is rough

Every inch of land, is plant filled

Rest not yet, until the ground is tilled

Sellers

Selling in the day, Selling at night

Even through rain, and through the sun bright

Lingering smell, of flowers and food

Light busy streets, that set the mood

Every item costs something not the same

Review my life, there is no one to blame

Work on buildings, work on houses

Often complaints, were not as quiet as mouses

Rivers and pipes, always get in our way

Know where to build, never astray

Even during night, we work with out hearts

Route for my life, this is one of the biggest parts