1
(The Cyclone)
An owl cries for her baby.
Dead body is found nowhere.
The storm again is a good
Killer of unborn dreams.
My father mourns for the tree.
The trunk lies on the ground,
Sleeps and soon will die.
He planted it years ago.
2
(The Wildfire)
Heaven now turns hell.
Wildfire burns the feathers
Of the parrot, now she crawls,
Crawls to breathe a little more,
Fire growls behind the tail.
Death waves before fatigued eyes,
Yet she hopes to live again.
3
(The Drought)
Sun is trying to burn
The scalps of my parents
In the paddy land.
They wonder if the sweat
Acted like the water.
A little white cloud turns
Into a canopy over their
Shoulders, but mother wants it
To be fierce and to pour in the land as rain.
4
(The Poverty)
Salt water strangles the crops,
Makes us starve and my
Old granny will die
Soon of hunger.
