The more that it burns and the more the wind blows
The closer the death of an ember
The more that you pick it the larger it grows
Now how hard is that to remember
Taken by bug bites or bothersome rashes
When measles crawl under your britches
Akin to the ember which turns into ashes
The more that you scratch it, it itches
As you live longer you're closer to death,
When you're awake more you miss sleep
The more you take air in with each of your breaths,
The less taken air you will keep
A hole in the ground gets bigger than now
When you take away Earth with a hoe
And the more open space that you give to a cow
The less fat the creature will grow
Gifts, nurture, love, unconditional praise
Can spoil the sweetest of babies
The more that you guide it, it loses its way
Its yes's and no's become maybe's
Grab on too tight and you're bound to let go
More likely so with a tight grip
Stay in the race, but go steady and slow
If you don't then you surely will slip
Babies' gums chew on things more when they teethe
The more that it chews they grow sharp
Love someone so much, they can no longer breathe
If you give them too much of your heart
So don't be dramatic and anxious and worried
You don't even know what comes next
The more that you rush then the more you'll be hurried
The quiet ones show more respect
