Muteru

In a world of uncertainty, Muteru stands tall,

With a steadfast gaze, heeding nature's call.

Prepare for the worst, he often implores,

For life's tempests, he fervently ensures.

With a pack on his back and maps in hand,

He charts the course across shifting sand.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,

Muteru persists, never asking why.

"Prepare, prepare," his mantra rings,

As the wind howls and the blackbird sings.

For in readiness lies true power,

In the darkest hour, in the loneliest hour.

He stocks provisions for famine and feast,

And plans for the turmoil that may never cease.

A sage in the storm, a beacon of light,

Guiding others through the darkest night.

Though some may scoff at his cautious way,

Muteru persists, come what may.

For in his heart, he knows the truth,

That preparedness is the key to youth.

So heed his wisdom, if you dare,

And face the future without a care.

For in Muteru's steadfast certainty,

Lies the strength to conquer destiny.