Do you enjoy your job?
The Joy of Tapping
I wake before the sun rises,
As the mist clings to the trees,
I set out to the rubber groves,
Where I find my heart at ease.
With tapping knife in hand,
I approach the Hevea trees,
Making gentle incisions,
Collecting latex with ease.
The rhythm of my tapping,
The rustle of leaves and rain,
Is a symphony of nature,
That eases my daily strain.
I breathe in the fresh air,
As I work with steady hands,
Knowing that the rubber I collect,
Will be used in many lands.
I feel a sense of purpose,
As I tend to these trees,
Providing for my family,
And doing what I please.
For I enjoy my job as a rubber tapper,
It brings me peace and joy,
And I’m grateful for this opportunity,
To work with nature and employ.
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