Out there in a terraced slope
Where people have abandoned farming there grows the grass green.
Specs of brown soil here and there;
In this field where even the useless shrubs look amazing.
There is the distinct yellow of some nameless plant; soothing the eyes of anyone willing to but only see.
This against the backdrop of the dark foliage of age old trees.
Could any create such a sight, which is the brush that paints this beauty.