Being A Village Girl

The sky is clear,
The sun is burning,
The wind is blowing,
and the trees are dancing.

It is freezing in the morning,
boiling in the afternoon,
and perfect in the night.

Countless work to do,
No time to play,
No time to rest.
One work waiting after another.
Thousands to be done;
but the moon quickly rushing through the night.
Another day replaces another.

People went out and in;
but she remains.
Life of a village girl.

~Izzati~