We walk through the prairie And cutting into the wild The weather was so hot, so much gold leaf dry out. Until the water falls, it is rarely seen. Yet, I still feel the beauty. And juiciness around.
We all walk through rice fields and cut into the forest the air they heat it too leaves the grass looks dry as gold until it falls out there, so we still feel the beauty and meaning of the watery surroundings.
we were walking through the pasture and cut into the forest, the air was so hot it leaves rustle to dry out until it is golden, and the waterfall, it is not water, but still he saw nothing of the beauty and juicy around.