The vocal fight of birds and roosters
Unsynchronized harmony
For their presence of center stage

My ears now as full
As my eyes

Church steeple peeks its head
Through the low lying dwells of the village
Commanding my attention to shift
As now it speaks

Mesmerized beauty halts

Mournfully chiming 83 strokes for the villager
That today, no longer
In attendance of nature’s display

The birds sing louder
The roosters roar
Bringing the sun through the rain
Perhaps for him,
The villager past
To lift his soul higher for the travel
Home

The life of Trichiana
Both Sorrowful and sweet