Whatever we live for Be it pun or euphemism Perhaps a mere metaphor No matter one's fetishism Nothing is worth dying for The hay we make even on holiday And the hive we craft per se Will definitely pay off someday Maybe not immediately But most definitely So when the season comes Faithful enough to arouse few smiles Just as our sun dawns To light our path over miles That we too can walk on tiles We pose again to gaze Not at our land full of maize Nor the properties we've made But to render praise For that free trade; Of breath without buying oxygen And bread albeit, from heaven.
It is our desire to poetically inspire, motivate, intrigue, inform and educate with fun and pun. Your delay in life should not put you to dismay. God takes time but He surely hears you and comes when it is your day.