Thought naught of the pain in bringing up the seeds
But relish the great time of harvest and abundance
For a tree takes many cold winters and hot summers
Before you can see the flowers blossom to the full.
Harsh winds and pouring rains will try to wither it
But they are the same elements that will nurture it.
It is a dagger that can be used for a lot of good things
And it is the same fool that can cut and slash your flesh
Handle it as a good friend for when it protects you
Neither heretic nor foe can come to destroy you.
The corns in the fields will always be infected with rats
So guard each stalk with utmost care and diligence
For when you sleep and the evening darkness comes
Enemies might crawl upon ready to destroy the crops.
Not be blinded by a good harvest every now and then
For the land to till will stay there for you forever.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
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