boom that just happened

Everyday a farmer walked out to his fields,
Harvesting what the land produced,
Selling grain and fruits to the common wealth,
Though never rich he lived a peaceful, content life,
Giving food to the ones he loved,
And his children always smiled,
But whenever he was outside he looked to the ground,
Hiding from the sun,
Shielding his exhausted eyes,
One day the sun was out yet he looked up,
Sat down against a tree and looked to his valley below,
It was filled with trees of fruit and ripe crops even more,
Saying, "Where have I been? How long has my soil been this way?
Everything I'll ever need, I own because this land produces everyday."
"What man am I to not notice my plantation till this moment?
My field covered with every seed, giving enough to keep me filled."...
Overlooking the simplicities,
Things we never thought to need,
Never giving our gifts a second glance,
But we would never give them up.
When printed words are all you see,
Don't forget the author behind the desk,
The face that I have kept inside the thoughts of my mind,
Is one I didn't notice, I question if I was blind,
But now that I've looked up seeing what I've talked about,
I keep those words like the seeds from the plants I grow,
Because beauty is a gift that's more than appearance alone,
I discovered a heart that's beautiful, that speaks of eternal home,
And when I looked to the owner of this heart that I had found,
I saw a face as gorgeous as the heart she held proud