Humble Realm

A girl with an earthen jar, (;) Dim clouds, feels stormy mad. Long and winding road so far! Yet arise their crops so glad. Brisk steps fording a brook, Skies roar makes quaver voice. She pass with an eager look, Now a damsel with a poise! At the clothesline, there she goes. Hasty and rash oh rain drops! Will the stream overflows? And muse, fond of ripple grasps. Oh dancing with them please dreams, If still further she'll sing. But a ray to reckon gleams, The mountain's truth is rising.