When I was younger
I wanted to know everything
Now that I am older
I want to know a few things
that are everything
The labor of the young
is invisible to the old
a fig from a briar
and wheat from chaff
And the labor of the old
is forgotten by the young
Pruned twigs
and leaves fallen
even a king is indebted
to the soil
and if the earth is sustained
through words
these I would know
