The child is as a seed to sprout, and become the plant
Yielding flowers, fruits, grains, in turn, the race to continue
Water, air, sun rays, fence support, and supervision
If basic needs are away to have seed stays as seed
May hold thy power to grow or decay and lose a life
The uncouth child is alike to find with no sense to arise
With perfect knowledge of roots, one continues to rise
The law of life, the way to grow, the mold to form
Are the basic rules to learn and implement a child?
If health planned, wealth gets self-designed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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