A fine creation
Humans made of clay

Nourished with love
If not, they go astray

A gracious and kind touch
Griefs whittle away

Their hearts harmonized
With joy, sing and play

Harsh and stern, try not to be
For they might lead to stray

Denied of affection
Their souls’ decay

As the warmth of the sun
Hardens the clay…

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