In The Field Poem by wander angel

Mountains of straw stand still in the field.

Stump of rice plants sit around without saying anything.

Strong sunlight color the world with bright yellow.

Cows nibble grass cooly under the tree

Egrets paint the treetop with their slender white wings.

Wild grass dance in the rhythm of peaceful wind.

Butterflies talk to flowers on the ridge.

No boundary between human and nature.

My body and soul connect to everything