I once had cause to 'wade' in paddies only thinking 'wet' with the least of my conscious thoughts. So much more to ponder over at the time. In other times, I viewed carved and contoured plateaus of rice and saw a beautiful thing.
Your poetry yann, stimulates perspective. Very well crafted.
...just bein' Bluesy
The view of rice fields at harvest time is a celebration by itself - after a laborious and manual planting of the seeds (like war, tumultuous) a plentiful bounty of harvested rice, like peace, brings fulfillment.
by the sea