in early morning a fogging river
sings fish lullaby to dancing moss
while i find shallow place to cross
sometimes i disturb fish on a nap
it jumps and makes a wild dash
i stop to look, wishing i have hook
across the river thick bamboo groove
where lizards roam in search for food
they stick out their split tongue to scare
rock their bodies, to unleash deadly fear
i walk quietly with a stick on my hand
i am just passing by i don't do no harm
next is tomato farm, green buttons, many
dripping with water from early sprinkler
makes them shiny to the rays of the sun
bending their back towards the clouds
pick unwanted grass between shrubs
my dad's workers, they work for cash
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