poetry beauty of my village

Rice starts to yellow
the sun welcomes the morning
rooster crowing
farmers are getting ready to go to the rice fields

Green rice
ready to be harvested
peasants rejoice
rolling rice

Splashing the river water
so clear
like an equatorial emerald
that's my beautiful village

the beauty of my village comfort to me. very impressed in this poem. I feel my village is comfort and everything to me.

go anywhere where as long as you do not leave your village forever. because there is stored beauty for you. from small to adult.
I @fazielsy really happy nose in the village with a full range of impressions that can be memorable.