中元节--Hungry Ghost Festival
Let nature take its course, seems so easy
Eat when hungry, and sleep when tired out
Like fishes at sea, and birds of the air
Like breathing, taken for granted, no doubt
But there are fishes drowned belly up dead
Birds exhausted to ride the wind drop to death
How many struggle for life-sustaining bread
And the terminally ill desperate for a last breath
Even the dead are hungry, to Oceanic people
hence Hungry Ghost Festival to have them secure
Incense burned, food and flowers dedicated
Traditions trace back and back, to ancestors obscure
well to the Ocean again, where unicellular originated
We owe life to our ancestors, and ancestors to elements
Why not the air, the water, the land, if not gods
Why not worship Nature that take its course with Life