Too much water too much sun decays roots leaves droop and hung
A fault of moisture a fault of sun dries the plant stunts roots still young
Too much heat too much cold withers growth of young and old
Dung too strong a death song, too weak growth bleak stem does fold
A crying child a temper wild, their creek oiled a child spoiled
Too much given desire riven nevermore striven success from them driven
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