In life ...

To a dig land that was excavated Odor before putting in water When I was little Although I'm going fishing for an eel The smell of the soil digging up in the field The gentle smell of the earth The smell of earthworms eating soil When I was a nostalgic child Smell memory gentle fragrance The strength of the soil that fosters life Mother Earth Obstructs gravity Stand on thick soil The soil just dug up Gently wrap your feet Rice grows here and vegetables grow With the help of small creatures alive The earth is alive Both the river's water and the sea Among them, we I am benefiting Sometimes nervously frightened Knowing the fear We live ... I appreciate it ... To be alive ... The poet ~ Now person ...