Harvest Of Life Repairs Poem by Chan Mongol

HARVEST OF LIFE REPAIRS
May 18,2019
By: Chan Mongol


Harvest comes every year
To give food, joy and pleasure!
To purify the atmosphere
Air, soil, water and nature!
Good harvest or bad harvest
In all seasons, it is the best.
Filled with the smell of flower
Here, there, everywhere!
Fragrances in the air are to mop
From veranda to the crop!
Fresh air, clean sky to amaze
Nature repairs own damage!
Own fixing, we also can
Tools and ingredients are hidden.
Body is not outer the nature
Let it do own repair!
Like the harvest season
The life does own action, protection.
We have to wait five to seven days
To be cured from cold, always.
Are we outer the harvest of nature?
Physicists, Chemists teach that we are.
Separated us and brought insanity
They buried our humanity.
No rush, wait for the harvest
In time, birds make own nest.
Stop chemists to give chemical
Automatically the nature will heal!
What chemists, physicists do
More incapable, they make you.
We want our ancient ways to mend
It's a joke whatever they pretend!