My hands are not as smooth like that of a princess living in a castle. I dig treasures under the rocks. My hands are not like a princess’ fair. Instead, they’ve toiled where gems appear.
My hair is coarse,like a sandpaper.
It’s the heat of the sun I endure
My hair may be rough as a tool’s wear
Yet still I’ve braved the heat of life to bear
I am not tall like a cypress tree,
but you can lean on me though
I stand just as a papaya tree
They adore the height of a cypress tree,
I stand firm just like a papaya tree
I can be your feet in finding places.
I can be your map through edges.
I can tell when fire is near or a hole is there.
I can describe to you the beauty of the day
and the vibrancy of the night.
And though I might not always know where I’ll be,
I’m steady for those who choose to rely on me.
I am what you can feel me to be.
A slack hand causes poverty, but the hand of the diligent makes rich. Proverbs 10: 4
Per-nal 
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