The majestic oak trees just shed some woods
the lush baby spinach leaves oozing out of hoods.
In the large pristine green pastures equally growing,
the youthful wild umbrella mushrooms wooing
and with the raw Ramona tomatoes in my sight
I am sure that my stew is going to be really bright.
While preparing stew in a pot it started to slowly rain,
but my mom told me no hard-work ever goes in vain.
The ever benevolent Mother-Earth as my open kitchen
and while stew simmered,the humble deer also pitched in.