'If they pick I have some words for a country sad song. <br />Yes, If they sing I hear quietly.' <br />A rising smoke from a cottage chimney whispers to the barren sky. <br />'They burn the happiness and it turns into smoke. <br />Where do I go nobody knows? <br />But don't be frightened <br />I never pollute the sky and I promise you to bring rain for your crops to smile <br />And feed you in a severe drought.'<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hidden-smoke-is-a-friend-indeed/
