How To Be Prosperous

Wearing your beautiful veils of vapor and haze, Restless, agitate, hyperactive wandering lass, Hope of reaching the groom, the sun, stagger, The villain gravity keeps you close to the earth, Angry maidens grouped tighter to moan, Their crying dropp down as the elixir to the seeds, The Mother Earth is not cruel to punish the vapor, For it evaporates, believing the Sun as the suitor, What belongs to Mother Earth must return to her, Sucking those drops of rain to keep safer, The battle for existence severe than ever, Where the pain is felt, those places prosper, Where people strive harder and smarter, There, the country blooms bounty and fresher.