Then it has fallen
Now it was sunken
Unmoved like bedridden
Enchained and sullen

During its loneliness
In this somber place
Life found a space
The seed experienced solace

Downwards creep the roots
Upwards grow the shoots
Alongside carabao boots
Hope not to be crushed by coots.

-04/23/2012
(Dumarao)
*for Agri. poem in Salingsing Issue of 1st Sem., AY 2011-12