< Pity for Vinyl Greenhouses >

                 Imagine,

                    Vinyl Greenhouses, lining up in a row
                    Big green onions are growing thickly and closely
                    in there
                    Workers soon rush in, bundle the full-grown
                    green onions, and load them in trucks 
                    sent to the local food markets

                    Shortly afterward,
                    the empty ground is being mixed with
                    chemical fertilizers and manure
                    Different kind of seeds are scattered in that place
                    Again product are growing and being sold
                    to the people

                    Repeatedly mix the soil
                    with chemical and manure,
                    another kind of seed as well as...

                    The very same things are happening
                    over and over, year after year, forever and ever,
                    in the same land
                    Rest never can be found there
                    Never ending exploitation only be there

                    Ah ! What a pity the earth is !

                        What makes me happy 1

                              On the veranda that is old and small
                    three brothers of flowerpots huddle around
                    Last winter, in the piercing cold
                    they were shivering almost to death

                    B-ut
                    without my knowledge
                    they are showing the faces again,
                    chubby and bright yellow-green

                   " Excellent, you did a good job!
                     You made it!"
                   I pat them proudly on their faces
                   They smile back with mild fragrance

                  This morning, soooooooooo happy!
                              

                         Like running River
                                                                      (poem)

                    The reflection of mine in a mirror
                    seen all the time
                    So it's nothing new and nothing strange to me
                    But it suddenly comes to me like something new

                    I've never ever urged time
                    go such fast, yet it does
                    World and everything in it is being created
                    over and over
                    According to it,
                    I, part of the world, keep changing
                    the robes of time with no stopping

                    My dear daughter,
                    she is now stepping into a teenager
                    In whom
                    I see myself of far off days,
                    filled with bright sunshine in the heart,
                    bloomed the flowers of laughter on the face then

                    The years stole by
                    like running river, pushing me to this very point
                    Coming after me, and walking in the spring time
                    when peach blossoms is blooming
                    my child is

                    In she
                    I am still growing the dream
                    that I dreamed when I was young,
                    not yet achieved