As the months roll by

He silently toils,

With a purpose supreme

Like men of steel.

Striving in the lamplight

He challenges fate outright,

Never pauses, just goes on

Love's labour is borne.

His jocose defiance

Wakes the sleeping time,

The earth stirs between his feet

Yawning, and slighted dazed,

He remains unfazed

Until the fields had tilled,

With golden corns to reap.


He will fulfill

The nature of will,

He will reign soon

When his destiny blooms.