Dew
One fine morning, I went to the paddy field I thought this year would produce higher yield.
The fields were completely covered with dew. A good harvest would remove the last year's due
The winter season made tiny dew drops on paddy I had seen small sun in it with my daddy. Little mice came out of the mud banks 'hole. And drank the purest water of dew as its goal.
Stone sparrows came down from their nests And filled their stomachs with dew drops and red pests.
The cattle struggled to eat the dewy grass
But the dew drops was the winter season's pass.
Children tried to catch the dew drops The dew drops made many rainbows on the crops. Farmers welcomed the seasoned cold water. And it made the crops grow better and better.
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