If rains are on time
My village looks for ever green sheen
and all the faces indulged in cultivation
look bright and happy faring extremely well, in that activity
The village tank , when flows to the brim,
all the irrigational channels gains momentum
and stream flambuoyantly into the cropping fields
allowing the raising of plants to smile at the skies in delight
Then meadows also stand ever green
and shower, all around, a golden sheen
why can 't we humans colour our desires, too, in green,
hoping a bountiful harvest of camaraderie and brotherhood in clean
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Green
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direct tender readiness
a swirl of the word
the grassiness that segues us to say such emphasis, if don't forget and not just by dictionary.
reminding me even how my daughter conjectures boredom with a stink but maybe for strong distractions since "and all the faces indulged in cultivation
look bright and happy and fare- well, in" hasn't pretended prosperousness but real freshness perhaps
the middle stanza is more conservative about optimizing country life, when basics can be thought of as operated witnessing can see it "and stream flambuoyantly into the cropping fields" can come to mind as simple beautiful provision in part way of camp fire...
the calming settling feeling gets an inquisitive conclusion looking for where is collective source for our productive results, for panorama of personality.
struggling yet with that lack of clarity or if stayed crowded out,
babies are my subject
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