The Life

God is very kind,
Gave us a land.
We can grow fruit,
Sour, Sweet, or Hot.
As you sow, so you reap,
Failure always increases grief.
Be active, rigid and industrious,
Life is not a bed of roses.
If you cultivate,
Seeds of Hot or Sour.
How you could expect?
Sweet and flavour.
Your futility, your ignorance,
If fell you in great troubles.
You can't blame anybody,
It's a consequence of your activities.
Your life is your land,
And if you are an agronomist;
Sowing weeds and parasites,
How you expect a bumper crops?