As you say

You owe no one no detail The deeds you did were your tale Oh! The lovely long rain showers Whose outcome is today’s flowers Colour of it not so white nor red Signifies whatsoever you fed Holy was all that you said The rich attention that you paid Made them all wise and sane But it’s they who chose the lane Mighty is the bread Right is for what I prayed No longer I need a shade The price I have already paid