With tender shoots and gentle touch
The horizon lightens up, in a line so lean
From pure earth, life is born as such.
To the pores and holes, the wealth pours
The wealth of rice has risen everywhere
At equal distance and definite in fours
Like nature's symmetry painted fair
Across the seeds of first delight
Flashing, they come the swift lines
Every wealth, within it's boundary right,
Like light and sun and all that defines.
With wealth and limits set right
Colours; they come, of blessed joy
From the cocoon to the butterfly
From pure earth, the new baby coy.
Flowers set to bloom, and birds fly
Deities descend and tease her more
But she, looks at her mirror and then the sky
Is she the mother of nature or lore?
Before the descent, the blooms shall fade
Birds shall die, and seek solace in her reign
In the hungry stomachs of red ants, as they raid
But the sun shall rise and give birth again