This night will melt into the day
Dew will shine upon the blades of
Grass in the fields and on stakes of hay
The sun will graze the blue sky
Feeling the warmth of its soft light
Toward the meadows birds in flocks fly
Wind will sing with the leaves
Flowers open up inviting the bees
Squirrels run amidst bundles of sheaves
Smokes will rise from the huts
As mothers give fire to the hearths
Girls walk to the village well with pots
The morn will melt into the noon
The farmers go on singing and tilling
Till in the evening appears the soft moon
Muse of the village! ! Farmers! ! ! Singing and tilling. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Beautiful expression has been made on nature and environment around a village. Appreciated.