Heart of the sky dimmly shone that day
it was beating very slow
though it was very blue the sky was
but the sky seem to cry.
hard it be for somebody
that heavily burden responsibility
on their shoulder.
Even hard,
farmer of pennyless
work to survive
in this world of green papers
from the first tick
of dew to the last
drop of sunlight
where the bat
start to huint
where the owl
start to howl.
