Happiness is what I’ve to share.
But the more happiness I find,
The more turbulence I’ve to steer off.
People would play to care, to me
When they really careless, even to me.
People would praise me,
When I make hefty harvest
But I know some really want –
Wish I were reckless, wretch.
I still love to live life with others.
I still share to spread out my seeds.
Never, would I feel low to plough, plant
As the soils store riches in the ridges.
Never, would I reap where I never sow
As my reach, is in sharing, caring for others.
My seeds would struggle to survive harsh life
But I know in caring my plans – plants would glow.
I still see my seeds as life, as light