As the seeds which I planted were of lack
Though gradually the trees grew big and tall
But did not bear any flower or fruit
The feeling of lack
And the feeling of gratitude
Can not go hand in hand
So had I grumblings
And began to complain
The tress shed their leaves
And I went restless and became pale
But when in despair I gave up
And buried all expectations
Slowly, I saw, the garden returned into green
I thanked a lot in gratitude
In turn trees bore in plenty flowers and fruits.

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