A frail hand floats on the paddy water,
Tiny lungs saturated, deflated and still,
A witness forfeits her life.

A wind that smells of green and white,
Slurs over the dreaming fields, the fire blue hill,
Opium a staunch monarch.

Tiny daughter suspended in an aqueous grave,
Never should have strayed to the laudanum mill,
Small life a smaller price for trade.