by G.Alade

To Beauty I wrote:
Make me safe
And know how fairly I deal
My tray of market wares
Finds likes around the place
And spots its acts where it feels suiting
For profits then begin to count

Back to me she scribbled:
Put yourself in my shoes
And know why I do
What I do
The way I do it and feel how I feel

Needn't I say now
World Beauties know
Earthways mark your face pack
That we do as we want
And that's just what we are
Because the ways of our doings come from the Land
So that all may see our own lawns?

For you find so you earn your due
So you put on your boots to till the Land, along its own paths.