Midday, the sun's rays
Spreading full over a white peacock's tail.

There beyond, the worried cooing of a pigeon
Missing the love left behind in the barley field.

A white heron, its youth drifted down to the water's edge
Stooping and summoning the rain.

The splash of diving faintly heard, just a flock of ducks
Busily searching for their prey.

And on the grassy hillside, two foreign girls whirling parasols,
Singing a song of nostalgia, sweetbrier cheeks raised.