You are as the wind up the field
I bow and rise and i must yield
For that my loved for you
Is like a bamboo: strong and true
But yours as pale flower
Of white and purple red and blue
With withered leaves that easily falls
I am stirred, you grow an another soil

Kissing the land that shakes the ground
and destroys your house
Cleaning the rivers that flood your crops
Is the Sun, the light that passes
Throughy the eyes of the blind
Illuminated in every corner
that holds their life
Causing them to embrace
the radiant of trees
the beautiful flowers and bees
like a spider that hugs its prey
caught by its lovely web
Filling their stomach
like there is no tomorrow

Giving juicy fruits
to a man who burns your trees
Can be thick and dark clouds
that covers the sun and blocks
the light making them blind
They are the shadows that
catches the light
Like a seed that sprangs
on the rockyside of the hill
Using their might in making risk
trying to reach the best soil
on the land yet fail to claim it and died

Thouh time fades like flower that came now and died tomorrow
Being with u even a single hour
is timeless