Standing in the the sunlight, I burn.
On cold nights without the sun, I shiver.
What I want , I may know now,
But it might change anytime later.
What you make of the shady tree,
does it provide shelter or does it block the warmth.
Do you ever stand under it and fancy the outside heat
Or you stand outside and think how nice it would be under it.
The rain which lets the seeds grow,
the one which quenches the thirst,
might one day wash away the crops,
might one day flood the houses .
To live in comfort or dismay,
has to be decided by every man,
but then there is the play of circumstance
that makes mistakes, that makes amends.
-SELF
On cold nights without the sun, I shiver.
What I want , I may know now,
But it might change anytime later.
What you make of the shady tree,
does it provide shelter or does it block the warmth.
Do you ever stand under it and fancy the outside heat
Or you stand outside and think how nice it would be under it.
The rain which lets the seeds grow,
the one which quenches the thirst,
might one day wash away the crops,
might one day flood the houses .
To live in comfort or dismay,
has to be decided by every man,
but then there is the play of circumstance
that makes mistakes, that makes amends.
-SELF
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