Field of Crops

Field of Crops

In the mist of dawn, the greenery blooms,
Songs of birds awaken tender hearts.

In the gentle breeze, paddy ears sway,
By the cool shore, waterfalls flow.

In the farmer’s sweat, dreams of future shine,
Crows with wings vanish into the sky.

Fragrance of soil overflows the soul,
The field stands bright like a painted scene.

Dewdrops smile upon tender leaves,
Butterflies spread colors with fluttering wings.

Nature’s mercy fulfills the blessing of harvest,
In the field of crops, the poetry of life blossoms.

GR kaviyoor 
23 09 2025
(Canada, Toronto)

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