The sun disappears
Setting beyond the dark clouds
Beauty in the red

The moon shines on us
With an ever-changing shape
Water reflects it

Stars shine in the sky
Giving thought for the beyond
Twinkling blissfully

Frogs begin croaking
With the chirping crickets too
In sweet harmony

All else is silent
Resting for the next sunrise
To begin anew

The **** crows at dawn
Robbing sleep from the farmer
As he tries to wake

The farmer labours
Underneath a scorching sun
Drenched in his own sweat

His wife brings him lunch
And he drinks straight from the well
His thirst, satisfied.

Struggles to endure
No longer a man of youth
Greys at his temples

The day is over
Destined to be repeated
Breaking soil breaks backs