Days Come and Fro

Rain falls gently

Onto the fields.

Winds swifts through

The long grass.

Soil soaks up

Water from the rain.

 

A farmer with his oxen

Treads by from the market.

His rotting cart

And his weary hands

Are empty.

 

But then rides along

A man on horseback.

He sees the poor drenched man

And gives him a sack of gold.

 

The farmer is full of joy,

Returns home full of happiness

And the rain stops falling.

Tears of an old day

Have been shed.

New light is shown

With a tiny bud in the ground

On a brand new day.

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