We are the fields of many lands
We bear fruit on vines in trees and some from sands
Our tastes were not meant for the same reason
For we are not all ripe and plucked in the same season
The fruit of your land may be cure of disease
Or the sweet taste as of the honey from bees
Use the fruit of your land before the time of rotten
The land will perish and harvest will soon be forgotten
Your season may be of summer, winter, spring, or fall
We each have a season will your harvest bear fruit at all
Maybe you are just a flower to bloom amongst the seeds
Help nature and grow separate the wants and needs
Some fields will be worked day and night but suffer
Love the fruit you bear more than any other
May you be a harvest in the fields of many lands
To replenish a taste that's bitter sweet on the tongues of man
If you plan with the intentions of success being the reward then how in the world can you possibly fail yourself.
Borrack Obama for President
Patience is the ability to endure waiting, delay, or provocation without becoming annoyed or upset, or to persevere calmly when faced with difficulties.
Family is all that matters not some of the times but all off the times. Value the time and love the ones that make your family your family.
To go places youve never been you gotta go in doors you have yet to open.