Damage not the oil.
Rather, steward what is pressed forth from earth,
and don't neglect to toil;
refine your oil from death to birth.
Damage not the wine.
Bottle it, then store it; bring forth its worth.
What's new and crude then becomes so fine.
When the time is right, pop out the mirth!
Don't destroy the soil;
give back to it; tend it; help it give birth;
conscientious stewardship is royal,
producing regal heritage from simple earth.
Plant your field; tend your vine.
Explore your spheres from ocean to firth,
and when all is well, then pray and dine.
Make love, avoid war, and cultivate some birth.
Glass half-Full
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