Please let it be When the harmattan gets ugly, When our greens turn brown And our beasts no longer Have green grasses to feed. When our crops die of thirst, And our air filled with dusts. Just let it be, For very soon the clouds gather, Then droplets of water fall And our air is clear and pure, And our soil is moistened. Then the land sprout out greens, And our beasts graze grassy fields, Just because we let it be. Just let it be, When nature gets tough on us, When trials stare at our faces. We need not struggle with nature, All we need is patience. For after darkness comes daylight, After dryness comes the rains. We just need to pray That the latter comes last.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 11:20:48 +0000
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