I lead a horse to water but I couldn't make it drink
It stood there at the edge, then stared at me and blinked
The horse would never neigh
The donkeys would always bray
The quiet horse had taught me to allow an ass to speak.
Now the horse was a gift
So I opened up its lips
When I saw the rows of teeth
Were pearly white and neat
I wondered why to the water it did not bow down to take a sip?
From the water it turned and walked away
It picked me up in its saddle, wanting me to stay
It carried me to a place with cold water to make one shiver
The sound of flowing water grew louder as we approached the river
He bent down to take a drink, and I did the same, along the water's edge we stood atop the river's clay.
The water was so fresh
Its taste was the best
This horse knew the best place to drink
By remaining quiet it allowed its actions, and not words, to speak
Surely the water here was at the top, there is no contest.
From the saddle's sack it handed me a pan
It placed the riveted bowl in the palm of my hands
The horse looked to me, then the water, and did a small neigh
I nodded my head and off I went into the river clay
He wanted to show me that there was something unique about this land.
I dipped the pan in the water, ready for the cold
This land was prosperous with resources since days of old
Tall grass, wheat, fruit trees, and all sorts of wildlife
The land was so fertile, I'm surprised that there was no midwife
Spinning the pan around, draining the water, I found small bits of gold.
Nuggets of gold is what the horse lead me to
A river of life holding pearls of wisdom too
For I had waded into the river and found several mussels
They kept their pearls shut secret with the use of their muscles
They bestowed upon me their wisdom, for it was what I wanted to knew.
After refreshing my thirst and purse with treasures
The horse carried me away at its leisure
It brought me to an area that was near
Stalks of corn with bountiful ears
There we started to eat to our pleasure
Like nuggets of gold, here there were kernels of truth
Lessons I as a kid could not understand in my youth
We have one mouth to speak, but blessed with two ears
Yet the corn does not speak, so all it does is hear
Then filtering out what's true, it puts in its fruit, only the goodness that we eat away, chomping at with each and every tooth.
Feeding on truth that was grown by the sunlight, earth, and became starch
With a skin of fresh water, we would wash it down when we were parched
The horse then carried us on to the farm that was big
It would lead me over to the mud with the pigs
For we would have to lead them on a march.
Their pen was always dirty with mud
Never dry dirt, like there was always a small flood
I was told not to play a pig's game, as they'll want you to roll with them in the muck
Getting out is the worst part, most times you'll just end up stuck
But there are other ways a pig can boil your blood.
I opened the gate for them to follow me, they begun to whine
They were to follow me to drink and eat, that was the sign
It was time that we took them to the river, so I began to lead
I never lost an animal and neither did my steed
The march began as I was followed by the swine
We lead them to the river, as they drank they began to dine
The mussels in the river they had come to find
Yet the pigs had no use or value for their pearls
Even as generalist, they began to hurl
Wisdom was not for them, never put your pearls before swine.
Now some of their teeth had gold
Filled cavities and caps, like molds
They flicked out the specs with their tongues
Huffed out deep breaths with their lungs
These nuggets of truth the pigs would not want to hold.
Now we took them to the field of corn
The sun was still up and the air was still warm
Yet the pigs ate the ears with the stalks, dirt, and roots
They ate everything, and not just the golden fruit
As generalists, for them this was the norm
We led them back to their pens for the day
There they began to roll again in the muddy, sloppy, clay
Pearls of Wisdom, Nuggets of Gold, and Kernels of Truth today we did find
But these gifts are never appreciated by the likes of the swine
Listen, learn to follow and lead, take heed, that is all I have to say.