Musings

Terraced paddy fields
On gentle sloping hills
Gently swaying grasses
Tall upon the plains
Shifting fluffy clouds
Shading the land
From too much sun

I hear the melody
Of bamboo flutes
A singer’s lilting song
In accompaniment
Distant calls of children
Barking of dogs
Boisterous laughter

On this bamboo floor
I sit and listen
To the bubbly brooks
The chirping birds
Harsh calls of hornbills
Splashes of darters
In the oxbow lake

Hugging my thoughts
Close to my heart
I know I will never leave
This land for another
To live, love and die here
Is my ardent wish
My tropical paradise