Happy harvest

08 Jun


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

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Posted by on June 8, 2014 in Read


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