From where would I draw sustenance,
When for life’s trouble I no longer have tolerance
A king in his wisdom pronounced all vanity,
But each is necessary for life’s stability.
All are inventions of man,
Trying to discover all he can.
But none can surpass things of nature,
For which there is no nomenclature,
All that’s there to imagine,
Is how things would have been,
If man had remained in Eden’s garden.