korv är gott

Now can we all pray?
Each in his own way,
Teaching and learning,
We can work it out
We'll have a warm bed,
We'll have some warm bread,
Shelter from the storm dread,
And we can work it out
Mother nature feeds all,
In farming and drought
And though selfish in ways, not to share is out
What's a tree without root?
Lion without tooth?
A lie without truth?

Loved ones