The wind blows through the fields, gently brushing by me. The sun slowly sets as I take a seat on the soft cushion of evergrowing rice, looking out, onto the world I had made for myself. I couldn't be happier, every day I would venture through the rice fields, whenever I was hungry I would snack on some freshly harvested rice. I was stuck in these fields for eternity but that was fine because this is the life i have wished for, a never-ending sense of peace.
The night falls upon me and I lay down but not in a rush to sleep as the night is warm and the stars bright, I see constellations of the rice fields, high in the sky, I wish I could go up there, see the rice fields from above, they must be ten times more beautiful from above.
I wake up to the dank air of the rice fields, the pleasant smell of rice filling my lungs as I take a deep breath of morning air. I stretch getting ready to walk the fields once again. I eat some rice as breakfast straight from the field, it gives me a feeling of relaxation but with some energy to it, giving me strength to walk that day. Butterflies of many colours flap their wings as they too, enjoy the rice fields.
It brings me joy to see I am not alone here, that I am not the only one enjoying the view. As I walk I begin to thirst, I kneel down and cup my hands, filling them with the rice water, I sip on the water slowly in order to preserve this wonderful gift of the great fields. I walk and walk for miles more until the sun begins to set, I take a seat and let the journey begin once again.