We counted the days.
We monitored the events.
Days piling over days.
Events spiraling over events.
Consuming the woefulness of
      decades.
Erasing the trial of years.

Twelve days returning from
      the field of corns.
Twelve days sojourning in the
      orchid  gold.

We counted the days
We monitored the events

Bitter water turning salty
Drought yielding bumper harvest.
We shall count more blissfull days
We shall monitor more eventfull event