The rain asks me a favor
It told me to grab a hoe and start to ease the rock-hard ground, shape it side to side
Tomorrow, I said
Let me ease my mind first, for life hasn't been good to me lately
So the rain falls ever harder, and along with it, thunder, hundreds of them
Tomorrow may never come, children of Adam, it said
These butterflies are waiting, cherish the chance to give them the best of flowers
Let your mistake teach you of what life desires
And if they never come, look at what you create
A beautiful garden, just for you
For it is better to live gracefully among your creation than to leave nothing, dying while you still breathe
So keep on going, take the path of hardship, and command the earth to your liking
Grow before it was you they buried beneath the garden