A Woman with A Bundle of Wood

A woman with a bundle of wood

Walked slowly like a little turtle

Her palace was behind that hill

Where the green leaves was never found

Sometimes she stopped her steps

Hoping there was a grain of sweat

on her burnt-forehead

The pear that she wanted always

A woman with a bundle of wood

Continued stepping the path

Slowly still like a little turtle had

Passed the life full of road

She pulled her crooked back

Carried a bundle of hope

To see the green leaves growth

The things that she was longing to back