A Day In My Village

This night will melt into the day Dew will shine upon the blades of Grass in the fields and on stakes of hay The sun will graze the blue sky Feeling the warmth of its soft light Toward the meadows birds in flocks fly Wind will sing with the leaves Flowers open up inviting the bees Squirrels run amidst bundles of sheaves Smokes will rise from the huts As mothers give fire to the hearths Girls walk to the village well with pots The morn will melt into the noon The farmers go on singing and tilling Till in the evening appears the soft moon