The Kampung
On the break of the dawn the tranquil of morning can be feel. The morning breeze gently stroke the surface of my face. They lack the warmth left my face tingling in cold. Trudging the sole of my feet on the empty ground the green square of paddy field lit up my view. I remember the green square of the paddy field, the shallow ground of the square was embraced with filth from the mud. In time they lower themselves to the ground touching the earth. Besides the green the birds jutted through. "The curve of their beak peak through the quiet river stirring the water into droplets, they showered the grass and ground together it dampen and gloss the dry surface altogether" There was also line of green carpeted the earth which decorated the side of the lane. The lane to where canopy of wooden houses can be seen. At the skirt of the wooden houses, the kids boisterous laughter can be heard. They remind me of the balmy evening where the fragile feet padded gleefully on the floor of dir
