Culture springs from the roots
And seeping through to all the shoots
To leaf and flower and bud
From cell to cell, like green blood,
Is released by rain showers
As fragrance from wet flower
To fill the air.
But culture that is poured on men
From up above, congeals then
Like damp sugar, so they become
Like sugar dolls and when some
Life giving shower wets them through
They disappear and melt into a sticky mess.