No footsteps
Yet moves with urgency
Like a shark
Thrashing through the ocean waves
No hands
Yet topples trees
Like the claws of a tiger
Uprooting green hills
The tempest moves swiftly
Dragging the gang with it
Running and howling
The tempest approaches the village
Speakers blare:
:- Hurry, hurry, brace for the tempest!








5. Night dewdrops
Bright moonlit night
Dewdrops shimmer
Lost in the path
Resting on leaves
Waking up in fear
Sunrise appears
Evaporates swiftly
Disappears then
Clever leaves
Bowing gently
Swift and golden dew
Hides in the earth.


6. Playful Clouds
Clouds never grow up
All day they cling to Mother Sky
Morning, wearing green attire
Noon, in a dress of pure white
Evening, in brown or gray...
Changing clothes endlessly
And so, year after year
Clouds play, always wandering
Clouds refuse to learn
They wander with the wind every season
One day, Mother Sky scolds
Clouds sad, clouds weep... become rain.


7. Lost Sun
After work, mom from the office
Mom goes to school to pick up the child
Friends go with mom and dad
All return to gather with their families
Flocks of birds sleep on branches
The boat returns, gently swaying at the hometown pier
Oh mom! I feel sorry!
The lost sun, does it know where to sleep?


8. Gentleman Moon on Full Moon Night
Gentleman Moon on Full Moon Night
Around face shining bright
From a distant place
Here he stands with grace
Midst the sky he stays
Gently floating always
Below, children play
He shines brighter and bright
Village roads full of moonlight
Feet in a playful dance
Moonlit corners, a trance
Your mouth in playful glee
You and the Moon, a stroll
On the village path, a goal
For dreams to unfold
To ascend the celestial fold.


9. Thunderstorm
Rumbling thunder and lightning
Wind sweeps clouds away
Raindrops falling, a rhythmic play
Rain crawls over the embankment
Don't be frightened
Stay calm, oh rice fields!
This noon, the rice is tired
Because of the scorching sun
This evening, the storm arrives
Bringing refreshing rain
Rice fields happily surrender
Rejoicing and singing
Tomorrow, the rice will grow
Rice will bear its grains
Rice will bloom
For a new harvest season.


10. Obedient Waves
Why, little wave,
Climb to the shore
Then return to the sea
Not sitting for more?
Because waves are well-behaved
They heed their mother's call
Just a little journey
And back promptly, that's all
Waves, like children
Obey their mom and dad
After school each day
No need to be mad.


