Winter's Whisper in Chiang Mai
The cool breeze dances through Chiang Mai's air,
As golden fields of rice stand proud and fair.
The monsoon clouds have bid their last goodbye,
Leaving crystal clearness in the mountain sky.
Farmers wait with patience in their eyes,
For harvest time beneath these northern skies.
The paddies stretch like mirrors to the hills,
While winter's gentle touch the valley fills.
Time flows like streams down temple steps at dawn,
Another year so swiftly almost gone.
The days slip through our fingers like fine sand,
As seasons paint their changes on this land.
Soon stalks will bow their heads of precious grain,
Before the cycle starts its dance again.
December whispers softly through the trees,
While memories float upon the cooling breeze.