waka of budouadana: threes

Views

Cargo of three sprouts,
His path through massive mountains,
He views from high cliffs
The wide green valley below,
Where he shall plant his future.

Community

Raise we three our cups
In joyful exuberance
To home and friends,
Great adventures, old and new,
The warmth of community.

Betrayal

As if three cruel swords
Had thrust into a beating heart,
Betrayal kills trust,
Whether of friend or lover,
Brother, father, or country.

Bread

Risking his three coins
The wise youth made thoughtful plans,
Hired a team of two,
Drilled until they could not fail,
Earned his daily bread for life.

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