NATURE
One day a peasant who
Sells flowers and other stuff
Decides to give his son a life lesson,
But being the poet he was
He makes this lesson into a poem.
And it goes like this:
Mimosa sand roses as a horse supposes
Are the causes of nature’s serene beauty.
And if it lose sits causes then that disposals
Horses’ sources of joyful duty.
Because when i gatherall the flowers
Then carry them on backs of my horses
They rapidly call for mariposas
And mariposas bring theirspouses.
See, it’s just the way we live
There is not much we can take or give.
Every thing we have sold or boughten,
Be it rice or be it cotton,
Whether you assume or you deem,