Season comes and season goes
Planted seeds has got to grow.
The sower bestrews of her seeds
Patiently courting the harvest time
Everyday she attends to her farm,
Keeping watch whilst counting time
The rule books close to her chest:
sower must reap what she sows-rich harvest.
Dead was the middle of all night,
A sole reaper appears unaware.
Grabbing much to his delights,
great is the harvest of dew time.
For the sower sows to reap but none,
but the reaper takes all that was sown.
Although the harvest was so rich,
Yet the sower was nowhere near nor found
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