Fruits of Life
We are mere farmers Growing and tending to our fields Sowing our seeds with care Making use of all we are We watch the fruits of our labour Grow more and more each passing day Don’t fill with greed, don’t long for more Make use of what you’ve got We watch nature take its course Growing the fruits of our labour Showering them with rain and light One cannot have growth without death We watch storms destroy our fields Destroying the fruits of our labour There is no use in mourning the loss The same water will help it grow once again


















