I'm sitting beside a rice field.
The sunlight is lying on every leaf.
Crows are flying across the field.
Nothing seems to sleep.
Even, a breeze forces the leaves to lean.
Moreover, the field is so green,
Waking up my sleepy eyes.
It's so wonderful to stay with this nature;
My lethargic soul is refreshed.
- Dean Crookes -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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