fluttering banners in open field
swaying yellow rice stalks
tiny windmill grinding its shaft
children runaround and laugh
busy ants picking fallen grain
getting ready for upcoming rain
dragon flies are flying so low
with those marvelous eyes, i know
i lay down the grass and look up the sky
feathery clouds, what a beautiful sight
but honestly i'm dreaming of you my love
you're beside me chuckling so loud
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