The bead of sweat.

I am the bead of sweat on the farmer's brow.
I see his toil in the sweltering heat.
I am close to him.
I become an inseparate part of him.
I know his quandary, dejection and delights.
I shed a tear when he cries.
I share a laugh when he laughs.
I listen to the whispers of his heart.
In his hard work, I take birth.
I seem to tell the tale of his grit and struggle to the onlookers.
I yield him with small joys of life.
And he finds contentment in me too.