Products Of The Mill Poem by Chan Mongol

Too much sunny and needing water!
Rain-rain and mud water, everywhere! !

Too cold and and even snow shower!
Slippery roads and accidents occur!

We have to move in movements of wheel!
We are products of the mill, what a deal! !

Charms and aromas, one after another!
Good and bad made by the Engineer! !

No way to get all at one time here!
Comes loss and profit, courage and fear! !

You tell me if the life we got here is fair!
Everything is moving in the cyclic order! !