Harvesting the fields of wisdom, I was sad to find

Harvesting the fields of wisdom, I was sad to find
That remorses, loss and hardships make the fruit more ripe.
Placid peace, it must be mentioned, makes the thoughts so bright -
In the end a very sweet but empty fruit we find.
Life is like a bowl of berries - sour, sweet or heady.
We are scythed when comes the fall so may our fruit be ready.


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