I met a brick maker,
making the shapes....
When it show cracks,
he usually tapes........
Every time he sees,
upward with tension....
But will get little money,
No extra commotion.....
‘sky is wide,
and black enough though....’
‘Will it be raining ...’
‘i hope no.......’
i met a farmer,
ploughing a field...
Earths some seeds,
seeking the yield...
arranges his food,
while giving it to others...
But while he sees up,
his heart utters...
‘sky is wide,
and black enough though....’
‘Will it be raining ...’
‘i hope so........’
