This used to be among my prayers - a piece of land not so very large, which would contain a garden
Fire, if neglected, will soon gain strength.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds; High towers fall with a heavier crash; And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.
Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
Make a good use of the present.