A wind blows,
Inside a man's thoughts
As he plows
The field that he owns.

He plows with care
On the field where he dares
To grow up things
That he has never had before.

Before clouds cover the sky,
The man feels,the time has come
For the seeds that he holds
To meet with the soil that he owns.

Soil is abundant
And the man is no more reluctant.
Inside his eyes,
Lives the trace of past autumns.

What makes the man plow is a hope,
Coming as a warm breeze from north
With a smile,with a feeling,with a thought
A woman whispers him to move forth.

A woman who comes with the wind
A woman who falls as the rain
A woman who touches his skin
Taking away all the pain.

Her eyes,
Carrying traces of past thunderstorms.
Her eyes,
Looking with love,inspiring him to new thoughts.

Her mind is a light,
Something on her face shines so bright
Among all the dull fight
She,his heart's unique delight..