I let go of my soft pillow at last.
Waking up for a brief walk in the morning breeze.
The morning breeze is cooler than yesterday.
It’s the end of September.
We’re running with our voice echoing the beautiful hills.
My brother showed me where the beautiful flowers bloom.
It’s another day after yesterday; pain is out of sight today.
We shouted out, we fought it out.
Making it our semi-home here
We laughed it off in the fields and in the hills.
We held hands, running in the grass, jumped over the trees.
our pants wet in dew only for us to get it soaked in the rising sun.
We’d be ready for another task, we said.
Should another month come by.
The cattle were waiting for their release into the wild
Just as we waited the end our daily task for a while.
We’ll work in the field nearer the river.
We’d dive and swim having fun.
Never wanting to miss the September moon around the corner.
The moon brings stories lighting up the night scene.
Oh, we’re waiting for it; we’ll change duties.
Water dragonflies were embracing the soft husk of paddy rice tight;
Their end is coming soon as well
They won’t survive another of the wintry delights
Exploring another beautiful contours, which were the handiwork of God.
Excitement is in the air today.
We never know it’ll become our cherish past one day
And so soon, the day arrived, before we achieved what we dreamed of.
I wonder why yet I questioned not too much.
For, I know, I’ll understand it all when I’m in His presence.
Another end of September, we erected a memorial stone for my dear departed brother.
The sweet fragrance of the hills from afar visited my nostrils;
September moon hung over me bright,
Bringing me back to another end of September.
It’s a weather cycle in progress yet also the end of another season nigh.
It’s a feel-good factor in September end.
The breeze blowing me back to where I belong.
