Countryside

My countryside is green.
Lush and prosperous it is seen.
People breathe fresh air.
Pollution is very rare.
Cattle graze in the pasture.
They relax in stylish posture.
Scarecrows guard the farms.
Tractors plough the fields.
Atmosphere is uncontaminated.
Air is not wee bit polluted.
Muddy are the roads.
Trees decorate the sides.
Coconut, palm and mangrove;
In the fields, paddy and maize they sow.
There is a well after every mile.
Women walk and talk with a smile.
Fishes swim in the river.
Children bathe and shiver.
Ducks float in the pond.
There is fragrance of mud in the wind.
Farmers work hard braving cold waves’ beat.
They protect their crops from summer’s heat.
Warm is their welcome.
They greet all who come.
Food for all is grown and cultivated.
Harvest time is celebrated.
Farm houses are a delight.
Vineyards and orchards are a heavenly sight.
Countryside is divine.
Like cities it is not a ravine.
Nature is in abundance.
Greenery is galore.
Countryside dwellers are simple and straight.
Their lifestyle is uncomplicated and upright.
It is nature’s abode.
Shall we call it greenery’s pride!