Like a field of vast majority flower,
when is cared too much,
as much of a sun can beam,
as much as the rain can pour,
none of this is well for the flower....
Thus, blame not..
when the yield low,
and wind of sadness blows away..
Different to the special kind of flowers,
When is cared too much,
as much as the water droplets can drop,
as much as the rays of life can shine,
It is very much welcomed...
Thus, lo behold..
when the yield high,
and the breeze of happiness stays...
