[Poetry] The Original Work

I wish to make the sound softer

With every beat stroking the soil

Every beat stroking the seeds

The echo of sprouting penetrating the paper

Ashes scatter 

I wish to make the sound quieter

Stop the noise and drumming 

Better lie down now

Arms flat

Falling asleep on the back 

Bit by bit

Water has two facades 

Both glittering 

O what would you like

Life is water, earth is water

What would you like?

What

Haven’t been blown 

By wind