Green Ricefields Spreading To A Distance
Some White Herons Circling And Landing Finding A Hiding Place
For A While Gone And Then The Wind Comes From The Trees Swaying
The White Herons In A Flock Of Fives Fly Away Again
To Another Rectangular Spread Of A Green Ricefield
A Scarecrow Stands In The Middle Of The Place
The Clouds Arrive Turning From Pale To Grey To Blue
The Sun Has Come In Full Grandeur
I Am Just Amazed, Sitting On A Bench Praying
Simply Watching And Wondering
They All Say That I Am Lazy And Doing Nothing