Muchuwai
Level my cultivated land.
My little yak
My single share plough
A small group of grandchildren
Walk along the fence
Sky blue petals
Start bending
Dew is afraid.
Wet a memory.
Frightened waxbill
Look at the celestial pole
I'm going to work.
Choose the seeds of your dreams.
Let them shine in your hands.
All fell into the water.