How soft does the sun shine upon us in radiant warmth when clouds are on the horizon? Too often I deem that clouds appear whenever the sun had placed a favoured countenance toward us. Yet it boots nothing to complain for the world owes us nothing but the chance to make a difference. Sowing I may reap and building I may gain shelter and by toil for others do I prosper. Yet soon I shall toil no more and in setting to seed will reap all that I have sowed and the sweetness of its taste shall be magnificent.