Asian rice fields

Under a serene blue sky that softly glows, Green fields stretch out where gentle water flows. The quiet stream murmurs along the bed, Washing away the doubts inside my head. Emerald stalks of rice sway in the breeze, Whispering peace among the silent trees. Far from the rushing crowds and noisy street, The scent of damp earth makes the quiet sweet. Small birds take flight beneath the morning sun, Celebrating a calm day just begun. Inside a bamboo hut, I sit and rest, Feeling a stillness settle in my chest. Here where the open landscape breathes so free, A gentle patience slowly grows in me. The open fields remind my soul to stay Grounded and peaceful as time fades away. #Asianricefields