At the dawn of the day
He toiled the earth
Far spread with cattle and crops.
His neighbors gazed at his fruits
Wondering how true would this be
For the land is greener than ours
Knowing not the secret of his
They said his ways were astray
To ruin his name and ways
Not stirred nor worried
His sweat that trickled down the brow
Made the fruits sweeter than before
Standing tall when his neighbors fall.