Tortula Ruralis
Each pellucid drop glides down the awns/ and nestles between the verdant folds./ The small green leaves and drop embrace,/ To uncurl with the morning dew./
Each pellucid drop glides down the awns/ and nestles between the verdant folds./ The small green leaves and drop embrace,/ To uncurl with the morning dew./
Dawn breaks along with/ the farmer’s spirit./ He rises/ just to kneel down in prayer./