The Cultivator

An Iron Age Media Prompt

A force of nature from the land

As a complex machine in form

There he stands as a man

In a cold space he is glowing warm

The surface is hard to the eyes  

And that may be so true

But inside holds a surprise

He has a soul just like you

The light within guides the way

Grows him as a meditator

Laying roots to finally stay

Gaining skills as the cultivator

With this job he plants a seed

Into a heart in the mind

After sprouting it is freed

From hateful thoughts that bind