Only The Seed Sower knows
Which root the seed grows
All ails the seed shows
Which brood the seed tolls
The Tiller of the fields
Breaks sweat with no skills
Makes bets with no yields
Banks debt with wrong deals
But The Herder of the sheep
Sees days with no sleep
Pays tithes with no keep
Braves woes when woes creep
Only The Seed Sower knows
Which weeds the garden grows
Tends to all the garden’s woes
Feeds the sheep when no one knows
Never asking more reward
Than that which comes to The Herder’s horde
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