waka of budouadana: threes

ViewsCargo of three sprouts,His path through massive mountains,He views from high cliffsThe wide green valley below,Where he shall plant his future.CommunityRaise we three our cupsIn joyful exuberanceTo home and friends,Great adventures, old and new,The warmth of community.BetrayalAs if three cruel swordsHad thrust into a beating heart,Betrayal kills trust,Whether of friend or lover,Brother,