reclaiming lost ground

the metal spheres move through the ground throwing dirt in their paths. sticks, rocks, little bits of an old shoe are left in their wake. treasures from a time forgotten. parts of a life that has already been lived to completion.....these things we find by not letting the edges come up and slowly creep into the land which is good. The shrinking is stopped by these little blades. The land which once was is now again restored to working order. The weeds are yanked out and true crops will grow. The things which should be will be again. and the pain and the sorrow of the past will be brought to light and smoothed out and treasured anew.