grazing sheep,
loitering head down;
what awes them?
rice terraces,
disguising man's order
in nature's green
ripe wheat,
bobbing in a breeze -
sea-like moves
on a range
that stretches beyond sight
but not mind
tea plantation,
a snake slithers through
amid the pickers
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