Every time I bury a seed
It sprouts from the soil
And reaches for the sky
Every time I bury a little dust
It conspires with the wind
And vanishes away magically
Every time the sky tries to bury the sun
It springs up
And races out in the sky the very next day
Every time I see someone in pain and sorrow
I try to bury my own and help the others
My own sorrows and pain become less bearable
