A teacher is a farmer
Who toils to plant the seeds.
He must work at times
In storms and in droughts,
But his faith
Keeps him there.
The students
Are the plots of ground
That hold first tiny grains.
Slowly - too slowly it seems -
The grains stretch and grow,
Tender at first.
The teacher nurtures the young plants
And helps them grow.
Then finally they can stand.

So, as a plot of ground,
I bring to you the fruits
You have grown
And my thanks
For having made me richer.
Now the ground will be
Better for the next farmer
And you should have more faith.