Out in the field there I see greenery
it captivates me being a lively scenery
the paddy has grown so well and looks pretty
with yellow grains dangling from the land’s kitty
there they seem to hold every perceiver straight
making his face light up looking at the awesome freight
being the heavy grains glittering over the stalk and above
there be a charm most graceful and condescending with the bow
as the grains heavy pull the stalk down indicating that it is done
bidding the farmer to harvest the strains otherwise they would be gone
carried away by wind and eaten up rodents and birds instead
proposing a waste over the toil and sweat the farmer has shed
compelling him to go about his work with concentration quick
as he would be rewarded
with a bounty that being the trick.
Tag: pristine
Crossing the vegetation,
Negotiating the rude turns,
Breaking through the thorny ferns,
We went up above the hills
It was sombre sweet,
Birds chirping a gentle tweet,
Gleefully whisked along the way,
Benevolently carried away in sway,
We went up above the hills.
It was refreshing smart,
With breeze blowing aloft,
Aromatic fragrance spreading across,
Caressingly l
ifting the nostrils to a gross,
We went up above the hills.
It was green,
Full of sheen,
Layers of lush trail,
Lay freely without bail,
We went up above the hills.
It was picturesque,
Never was it grotesque,
Throwing a colourful hue,
Glowing under a lovely blue,
We went up above the hills.
It was totally fresh,
There was no rude brush,
Rendering a breathlessness,
Inducing a togetherness,
We went up above the hills.
It was Nature , pristine nature,
It was a feature, delightful feature,
The grace was infinite,
The exuberance was never too finite,
We went up above the hills.

