Just after the sweltering heatwave,
You brought the clouded afternoon,
And made me soothed
Helping my tired, sweaty soul;
O how many times
You, the grand ol' banyan,
Shaded me from the sultry noon;
I just try
To gather as far as I can
Much like a silkworm,
Weaving and weaving
All that you left for me...
I discover,nonetheless,
How many seeds failed to grow up to become plants-
Fulfilled,
Despite the earth-so moist and fertile!
You brought the clouded afternoon,
And made me soothed
Helping my tired, sweaty soul;
O how many times
You, the grand ol' banyan,
Shaded me from the sultry noon;
I just try
To gather as far as I can
Much like a silkworm,
Weaving and weaving
All that you left for me...
I discover,nonetheless,
How many seeds failed to grow up to become plants-
Fulfilled,
Despite the earth-so moist and fertile!
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