Tapping to the rhythm of pop,
squinting against the glaring sun.
Vast greens line the left,
tall greens cover the right.
Swaying gently in the wind,
rice plants hold a similar rapport,
waving goodbye to the sun,
holding onto the unspoken agreement.,
tomorrow at the same time.
a team they stand united,
they will once again brave a brand new day.
Submitting this piece for Thursday Poets Rally Week 51