Before me lay a great stretch of rice and paddy fields
Which dance to the rhythm of the wind
In the distance white cranes rest on the backs of buffaloes.
The morning mist lazily rests upon the green grass
The fields are surrounded by plantains and tall coconut trees
Even the placid river is a shade of green
All around me the cool air seems to breathe in
The freshness of the foliage
This is my homeland
Where green rules eternally,
A gift of Nature to its inhabitants
But they mercilessly scar its beauty
With ugly concrete structures.