Ben fiorisce ne li uomini il volere;
ma la pioggia continua converte
in bozzacchioni le sosine vere.
Fairly blossoms the will in humankind;
but continual rain converts
sound plums into rotten, empty skins.
The deluge of life
a deficit of light
may reduce our zest
but our roots remain
and another season
beckons
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