A Basket Full Of Summer Fruits.
A tree cannot make a forest
A forest can come from a tree.
A man can't make a multiple
A multiple come from a man.
A man is like the end of time
A life lived like snake's worthless path
is such a worth of useless life
so comes the worth of withered tree.
The life of man is to be lived
Not afeard nor with brave grave wave
But fulfilled like a content'd rain:
A basket full of summer fruits.
When all is done to start an end
It's not unwell to say it's well
For life lived like a snake unknown
is tree without a summer fruit.
The life of man is such a piece:
If you don't note let someone note;
For life lived has its use to be–
Even the useless has a worth.
"words from the innocent mind"