"The path is long indeed"
How are you doing, oh gardener?
How many seeds you have sowed yet?
Is there any fruitful tree?
Or it requires more labor, more sweat?
Is this much height fine, oh climber?
Or the view from the top is more alluring?
Do you need someone to lift you up?
Or It's okay doing it alone, you're assuring?
Is there any wave troubling you, oh sailor?
Is there any peril that you're facing?
Keep your mind centered, dear navigator,
On the way, your boat is heading!
Are you singing the splendors of life?
Or weeping over an inimical turn?
Let the rain of hope shower upon you!
And jot down the lessons you learn.
Can you visualize it happening, Oh dreamer?
Can you feel its warmth?
It's the Sun shining brightly on all your seeds that turned into trees,
glorifying your labor, sweat, and tears and providing you peace.
Keep going, oh traveler,
keep the track of time,
don't get lost anywhere,
Treat your bruises with your smile.
But Don't push yourself so much, oh mortal,
little rest is your need,
Take care of your strength,
as the path is long indeed!

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