Walking freely through fields
A POEM 🌾
It’s their spring
they are rushing hurriedly through
the rich handsome paddy fields
like bees buzzing among flowers
I saw the fields rest behind the steep hillsides
It’s so huge and enormously extended
when I first saw them, they were shining
brilliantly with green
Now, the golden paddy field happily dances with the breeze
and paints everywhere with yellow
susurration of dried paddy leaves
suddenly starts a symphony with the breeze
I walk down the jubilant rice fields
feeling the hot sun behind me
It’s their harvest festival
Peasants peep through the golden heaps of paddy
their faces shining brightly as the full moon
golden paddy fields, it’s you who
make the world wondered through your magical beauty
