Aisye

Aisye grew up from a branch

just like a sweet little baby

among the leaves in a shade tree

drought, drought

now Aisye became a green one

moon, moon

the bright crescent

a sharp crescent in the sky

and Aisye stared in silence

wind, wind

breeze blowing

and Aisye wept

stars, stars

adorning the night

and Aisye fell a sleep

Soon Aisye sprang up

now she's yellow

and brown

and fall

burn, burn

Aisye smiles