Tractor Treasure

The Tree, the Tractor & the Trail
Where Sinovich rolls past dust and sky,
A tractor rests, just parked nearby.
It doesn’t move, it doesn’t plow,
But still it guards the eggs for now.
Beside it stands a tree so wide,
You couldn’t miss it if you tried.
Its branches reach, its trunk stands proud,
Like nature’s flagpole, tall and loud.
Together they wait — this pair, this team —
A farming scene from a story or dream.
Look near the wheels or beneath the shade,
That’s where the Easter egg magic is laid