Village paddy field looked sad
All seeds gone, took away by the wind?
Or picked by the flying birds so mad
Where the seeds to sow, it asked
Why the floor mud filled and dried
Who stopped the flowing rainy cloud…

Why the land is not yet ready to plant?
How can neglect the grains and avoid?
Is time brought other sources instead
By what the green and grain replaced
Sky heart, kindly let shower dropped
Let the hard soil loose to turn wet land
At least the green weeds dance in the field
Waiving the good earth, thanks for all did!
In dreams the ripe grains of paddy in gold
Leaned to embrace the field to get consoled…