Think of it as an olive branch, something left behind as it would of been seen as something to throw out anyway, must be worth something to give rewarding results.
What is considered as bland and not worth looking to has this way to seem more appreciated. Trying to do their best with the little they have.
For what they carry upon their back must be worth value or why else the bother to take on. That is if you can get to it, as they say the bigger they become the harder they fall.
Lessons to give yet it's not from the books but more the books learning from those who hold them. Like a child given a toy to find its own meaning for how to use it.
A way for being two-faced gives the skills to get the message across when the chips are down. Knowing the chemistry is right and one to tell for generations to come. Yet someone, although similiar, has their own way for doing things.
In the forest; being in the hood is being part of a ceremony, a gathering, a pact. While the one to read from the book prepares the paragraphs, those whom sit in their own encircled groups find the time is consuming. Work to be done, cattle to rear, fields to prepare, that even the women may just see for the same with duties of their own. Leaving only the children to give lessons in teaching, though even they carry upon their shoulders a huge lyre to play upon. Bringing domination from the home to the place of religious teachings.
In the stones; your direction you run to are not of the same whom wishes to make a grab for, that looking over your shoulder by those who wish to keep the next one in line of their own accord, even love on a scale of one-to-ten is in favour yet still the early worm to be caught.
Lamentations Ch.1:V.18 "The Lord is righteous; for I have rebelled against his commandment: hear, I pray you, all people, and behold my sorrow: my virgins and my young men are gone into captivity."
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