Waking up at dawn,
Hurry among work roads,
In head heavy burdens,
On back family problems,
Legs in speedy race
with clock handles.
Struggled birds that,
Sun shine awakens ,
Leave little babies in nests,
but heart eyes around them
as circles.
Charming tender beautiful flowers
drink bitter life cup,but carry
on shoulders work axes.
Falling and elevating in daily crises,
None dries tired sweat ,or wipes
away tears ,only her sleeves and arms.
A lie to be half of societies,
the whole universes are her
paintings ,gather earth flowers,
to enter her worlds.
