I was wandering in the farm;
a vast place of three hectare.
My eyes walk to the south,
and saw bananas bowing;
with their heavy burden --
a golden fruit that waters my mouth.
To the east I looked, is just the same.
Then to the west and to the north --
Fields of green ember corns --
dancing.
Whoosh! Something dared to dive from above,
and a swallow by chance flew
like La Rondine, while it strew --
Blooms of Spring in the air;
though the Sun is wrathful king,
the swallow witt -witting and splee-splinking;
with bliss and glee in this farm --
partying in the air with your kin --
there's a concert in the sky.

© Anonymous Pseudonym