The corn is high,
wheat fields stretch before us,
warm and golden beneath the sun.
The smell of newly mown grass lingers,
as a soft breeze breaks the heat of a lazy afternoon...
Trees fill with birdsong,
and come nightfall, fireflies play hide 'n seek
to the gentle laughter of children.
Touch the morning,
Embrace the evening,
It's still a beautiful world.
...and may we all play in more mud puddles!
