The Dew

One fine morning, I went to the paddy fields,

I thought that this year would bring more yield.

Green fields were completely covered with dew,

Good harvest would remove the last year loan due.

Winter season made tiny snowdrops on the paddy,

Had seen the small sun in it by my daddy.

Little mice advanced from the mud bank's hole,

And drank the purest water of the dew whole.

Stone sparrows came down from their nests,

And filled their tiny bellies with red pests.

Cattle struggled to eat the snowy grass,

I felt hard to identify the regular footpaths.

Children tried to catch the reflective dew drops,

It created many rainbows on the tips of the crops.

Farmers welcomed the seasonal cold water,

And it made the crops to grow better and better.