YOUNG HEARTS
Like the seeds sown
It yarns for growth
Like the moon
It brightens by day
If unguided like the yam tendrils
It will grow definitely
But in the wrong direction
Thus, the tuber must suffer
Indeed so also the farmer
And the community at large
It is a duty on all farmers
To direct the tendril the way it should grow
To assure a boast harvest.
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