Drink from the spring where horses quench their thirst

Rest your bones where the cat finds solace

Seek the fruit that bears the worm’s tender touch

Fear not the mushroom perched upon decay

Plant your roots where the mole tunnels deep

Build your abode where the sun-warmed serpent rests

Slumber and wake with the birds’ rhythmic refrain.

And as dawn’s chorus weaves through morning’s veins
You’ll harvest the golden nature’s grain buried on the other side.

✍️FOLORUNSHO MIKE IYANUOLUWA