lost works
time to sit and read on the books
of the loves , lusts , and the greeds of human
on my humble garden I had ploughed
one long row for the seed o' melons
the ravens in a file are talking with a blunt
why do that when the soil is not thirst
never have a need of melon
don't you see your work was just no fun
the rabit said me .. when in thirst
why don't we just plant the tree that give rain
and a tree give breeze then and we will last
a few years without hurt or pain
the ants said your work is obtuse
create hills and the seas which hold nothing
go around because you make us unlinked
all but wait and pray and then hope
the melon seeds thank me for that chance of bliss
just to live happily to be there alive
but within my empty stomach said otherwise
in eighty days we are waiting for the feast ....
