Golden wheat plants dance in air cold
and over there graze a female doe.
The whole sky is turning gray
and the sun shines his brightening rays.
The birds sing in a melody
and it flee into heart of me.
The morning light is standing blur
and blue mountains seem too far.
The gray insects are crawling slow
but they trap by a web just sew.
A rainbow bents into seawater
yellow, green, red and blue colors.
The wind's singing and running free
and teasing with the plants of tea.
Nature sings in harmony...............
By Little Moon
