If the clouds are full of rain,
It will pour upon the earth;
Giving the fields some new grain,
Ensuring you a new birth.
If a tree falls to the ground,
Which does it really matter?
If no one hears the sound,
Of all the branches splatter.
Whoever watches the wind,
Will not be sowing the seed;
A farmer not disciplined,
Never reaps for what he needs.
The same as you do not know,
How the breaths of a child;
Enters the womb for to grow,
Still so tender and mild.
Plant your seed in the morning,
And do not let your hands rest;
As the plants will start forming,
You know you have done your best.
God will also be well pleased,
For all your toils and sweat;
Knowing all the time that was seized,
For the ample crops you get.
Light is sweet good for your eyes,
Keeps everything alive;
Wisdom from God makes you wise,
So all living things survive.
Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer
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