Uma

Longing for the clean breeze through the trees,

The bright green of the field, the taste of fresh yield

Picked directly from the source, fire-cooked, mouth-watering course

Eaten outdoors in the shade of a payag, where time can lag

And the heat brings sloth, while you wipe sweat with cloth

Taking in the scene that feels like a dream

Because in this place there’s no time just space

Just the intensity of five senses lost in the expanses

Of nature and life’s simplicity, away from reality 

Longing for the place where you don’t need to race

Except to play like children, grateful for a world God-given.