He knows that time will reap as time will sow.
Ninety days he waited for the barley.
He seeks to harvest all before it blows.

Flown away, consumed before it grows,
Caught by the clock that follows darkly,
He knows that time will reap as time will sow.

A seed to earth will break before it shows
The tendrils of the shoot that grows out yearly.
He seeks to harvest all before it blows.

The farmer’s crop comes from the earth below,
Decked in flowers fragrant tendered dearly.
He knows that time will reap as time will sow.

A laborer he to save it all from falling low,
Work done best is never once done rashly.
He seeks to harvest all before it blows.

The blowing stalks caught in the winds do go
From field to pond, they drown in waters murky.
He knows that time will reap as time will sow,
He seeks to harvest all before it blows.