It's just another intellectual etude -
Harvesting storm in the northern latitude;
Being a poet means a solemn solitude
But I guess, you are too stubborn for that, dude!

Sowing wind of good taste is the noblest task
That should be done from dawn to dusk,
Say, we'll have to make it a general norm
That then will save us in the coming storm!

All right, we're stubborn but noblesse oblige
Let's make men better not only for prestige
How many secret worlds are waiting us
Hidden in the surface cracks of a Ming Vase?

:)))