Son of Mine

SON OF MINE The sky darkens, Rain gathers and descends, Seeds planted by the farmer, Trunks shaped by the sawyer, Nails drove in by the hammer, What goes around comes around, This is the connection of life. No man was born an adult, Perspectives of life are many, Let your eyes see the good vision, Vision that brings caution, Lest you fail oh my son, But give light to darkness as the sun, Let your hand grab the vital tools, The tools that bulids a future, A future of incorruptible nature, Hear this Oh my son From the clay a pot is made, From the wood the rod is made, The rod of correction that teaches, That teaches the principle of life, Life of human virtues, Virtues that are eternal, Let the rod abide in your heart, And let your days be merry, Oh,my son.