Although Fertile Were the Fields

Although fertile were the fields, I plowed That self-same earth lies barren now; Barren evermore. Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman For my seeds were sown in the wild and unsullied season Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my labors Yields neither fruit nor flower. Still what remains behind us after we have passed u nto nothing Is it the perception of ourselves by others Or the small and humble things that are the substance of my struggle? Although tertile were the fields I plowed That self-same earth lies batrren now; Barren evermore. Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman For my seedswere sown in the wild and unsullied season Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my loabors Yields neither fruit nor flower.