When the scorching gusts of heat
Fade the tears in your eye,
Recite the songs of the Spring,
Believe that seasons change, ask not why.
When circumstances are bleak,
Your bivouac is left far behind,
Choose what you must—
That let me not remind.
When without the trails
Should You journey barefoot,
Seek sojourns within a companion
In whose heart you could stay put.
When You, and only You,
Represent souls in the strife.
Look within as much as without.
Surely, the only rule of life.
When the days are few
You count each one anew
Amidst the hellish weather that
Destroys your crop that’s but already few.
Remember, always, to stand tall
And present the challenges a full face;
That You are your own harvest:
Be that befitting reply; and the one with grace.