The Village

I love the life

I spend in my village

With flaunting hills and valleys

Dignifying 

The beauty of nature

I behold

Big landscape of huts

Standing wide apart enough

To make anyone draws

Some breath

I love the views 

of the cornfields

With ribbons of raindrops 

Running down 

From leave tops

I love the smell 

Of water wet land

And the purity of air

Free from 

Pollutants and smoke

I love the winding 

Footpaths

With tall grasses brushing

Against my strides

Village life is different

And so are the lives 

Of my brothers

Sowing the soil 

Every kind of seed and grain

I love the hot afternoons

Under the canopies of trees

Trying to escape a glare

Of the sun

I love a hunting season

When the spring breaks

With me and my brothers

Crouching beneath 

The shrubs

Setting a trap

And calling until

The mountain answers back

I love diving

Inside deepest streams

With my sisters washing

Pots at the riverbank

Or collecting firewood

For cooking

I love the taste of 

Wild fruits

And scenery of different

Colour birds flying

I love when 

the night is bleach to black

With sirens of crickets

Mixed with croaking of frogs

And billowing flames

Sending ring of smoke

Over rooftops

I love moonlight games

Before we smother 

Our flames to cinders

And folktales grand mama

Tells after dinner 

While enjoying

Our roasted corn 

For dessert.

© Nature Boy