Vietnam Village Poem by Natasa To

In a village where the green rice fields sway,
The morning sun wakes the world with gold,
Bamboo leaves whisper along the way,
And stories of generations are told.

A river moves gently beside the land,
While birds sing softly through the trees,
Children run barefoot, hand in hand,
Laughing and dancing in the breeze.

Wooden homes stand beneath the sky,
With smoke rising from kitchens at noon,
Farmers work as the hours pass by,
Beneath the bright and watchful moon.

At sunset, the village turns warm and bright,
Lanterns glow like stars in the air,
And peaceful hearts welcome the night,
Finding love and comfort everywhere.

O Vietnam, your villages stay,
Like treasured dreams both proud and true—
Where simple lives and gentle days
Keep ancient hearts forever new.