Dancing of Earth

When spring arrives, A group of flowers enjoy Their countenance and As the day grows older They lose their incandescent looks. If they could know the collapse Before the begetting, I hope they'd remain unborn. A child was obsessed with Playing her dolls, Fortuitously a wooden wife Fell on, mother said: 'The earth is dancing', The child took it in a wrong way, Her body was found After ten days under the whetted Crown of cement made house, The sun kissed her pale cheeks And gave her last smile.