His arrival is like that of a savior, But his departure is up to your behavior.

Cuts all the painful shrubs and plants generous seeds, but goes away when you can feel the presence of fulfilled needs.

He takes a part in your sorrowful ride, just to make you feel that someone is by your side.

But then your carefree actions make him go and hide and you always say that the guy was full of pride.

At a point of time, he’s the whole world to you and all that matters is his presence, But when your disposition takes a beautiful turn, we start to doubt on his existence.

The brutality of human words make you end your life, but he’s the one who saves you always from the destructive beehive.

I call him the traveler because he has seen each river’s banks, he brings a lot and takes back a few, can you fill in the blanks?