To consider your life worthwhile

                          -Old saying tells-

                          You have to raise the child

                           Or to plant the tree

                          I raised three sons

                         They are strong and handsome and bright

                         I planted orchards

                         In different parts of the world

                         My orchards are blooming

                         My sons are pursuing their dreams

                         Is it time to relax

                         And enjoy the ripen fruits?

                         But it still so many places

                         With barren land

                         When soil is scourched and cracked

                         From enormous heat

 
                         But there’re lots of questions

                         In open innocent eyes

                         Of the sons of my sons

                         That waits to be answered by me

                          It is always need

                          For more orchard to plant

                          It is always need

                          For more children to raise

                         It is always work

                         That needs to be done today

                         And this is the joy and blessing

                         Of being alive