the sweet sound of cane juicing.

lines to liquids
fibers to fluids

ghungroos go gol-gol
pouring juice into glass

the evening ride
by sweet-cane fields

playful sounds jingle
in the warm outgoing light

coolers squeeze
refreshing the body and mind 

people returning home 
and nest-wards birds in the sky

the days heat cools on the brow
as breaths sync to the beats

drink up the cyclical rhythm...
oh! the sweet, sweet sugar song!