Mid-Autumn Festival in my homeland
Golden plate lightening a jet black tent
Holding my grandpa and my grandma's hands
Listen to them humming tunes in accent

Sitting beside their farm in the cool air
Nearby creek water washing ancient rocks
Night breeze with scent of rice brushing my hair
In the clouds screeches from an unseen hawk

A tray filled with mooncakes of all flavors
Instead of cutting we each take a bite
The unique sweetness for us to savor
With our time under the silky moonlight

Pleasant hours fly like the fastest go-kart
It will stay forever deep in my heart