At The Thatched Cottage On Hot Summer Night Near The Upo Swamp

Near the Upo swamp, hot summer night,
The left heat make the hill forget the breeze.
The sky without clouds, the stars share their light
Is downing and twinkling on the needle of the pine, the tree's..

It hears the frogs croaking from the far away.
The pond at the cottage, the lotus are secretly blooming.
The mother stars whisper across the Milky Way
And on the cottage windows, star-lights're stealthy knocking.

The small winged insects're buzzing and flying to the light,
Having sit on the small veranda, crickets are chirping
And I standing on the ground, the stars are sending the light.
The sky without the moon, the dark clouds're floating.

Hot night and late night, to man or animal, it's hard time,
The center veranda under the grass thatched roof,
I'm lying sprawled out on the porch for a long time,
And the buzzing and the chirping of the world, as if I'm aloof.
(27th, Aug.,2023, Kinsley Lee)