The Bud Is Out of the Ground
God! You see, the bud is out of the ground
It looks so fresh, joyful, warm, and friendly,
For the new meeting with the bright sun
The azure sky, white clouds, and birds flying,
It's happy, it's smiling and singing...
Extracting the vapor slowly gathering,
Moistening and cooling the leaves
God! it's no need to forecast the days
When heavy rain, hail, fog...come over
There surely should have many moments
That the bud has to meet
But, we trust in your name that it bears
And survives any harms by smart avoiding,
Or by bravely facing...
The tenacity of life has been lamenting
Since ancient times, so needs not to worry!
It's weak, it will go through all moments
With sunlights, smoke, haze, wind, and rainstorm...
To harvest fruits, and become tall
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