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.