The valley is a wonderful spectacle
of color: pink poi, red hibiscus,
golden sunflowers; all arranged masterfully
as if by an expert florist.
When the sun shines sincerely
on leaf surface, it sparkles
like a coin; giving the valley a sheen
synonymous to piety.
You marvel at the miracle that is Nature;
the awesome opening of the flower
the brilliant bleat of the goat-
a sound that energizes the valley
like the splendid scrapings of crickets
straight through the night.
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