The Poet in the Wilderness
The poet stood on the wilderness, speaking his words to world. Though there was no audience, he knew that the plants and the wild animals still heard his voice, although they could not understand his words.
The sun shone down upon him and warmed him. When the poet felt too warm, the wind came and cooled his brow.
Yet, the clouds came over the sun and wind grew too strong. At last the rain came, chilling and soaking the poet. He ended his words and left the wilderness to go back to his rooms.
Yet, as the poet went in to the fire in his hearth, the gravedigger continued to dig. He couldn’t stop digging graves just on account of the weather.