Indeed & Job seekers

Under a huge tall tree, a breeze sofly beating me and quietly sweepin by. Saw leaves up the tree and grass down on the ground dance to that soft tune of the wind, for it was a mild one, not slapping hard at them, and an idea being born into my mind that, I shall not die poor as long as every humanbeing I meet puts on a clothe. That, I shall not die poor as long as every stomach fear hunger, am going into business.