NATIVE VAGRANT

Author : Rona Caysido

Heat of the sun, she embrace,

Working in the farm as always,

Sweat dripping on her face,

That's how she works to find grace.

For a short time of rest,

Back to work, do the best,

Time ticking every minute,

Working hard middle of the heat.

I sigh, and look up the sky,

Birds flying wildly so up high,

If I can be one of them,

I sure like to fly like I am in heaven.

But I born a native vagrant,

Life difficult to manage, difficult to stand,

Walking all alone nobody cares nor sings me a song,

But the nature is so kind, birds give me a tune.