**Elegy of the Cane Field**
Beneath the mournful drizzle’s pensive guise,
A symphony of whispers stirs the cane.
Soft murmurs dance like raindrops in the skies,
A gentle melody that soothes my pain.
The reed stalks sway, their leaves a verdant blur,
Like phantoms swaying in a hallowed glade.
Their emerald blades reflect a spectral lure,
As shadows dance and timid hues evade.
The rain’s caress evokes an ancient ache,
A longing for a love now lost and gone.
Those tender moments, now a fragile sake,
Forever etched within the heart that moans.
The drizzle weeps, a mournful serenade,
A lament echoing through boundless space.
It whispers secrets in the cane field’s shade,
A symphony of sadness I embrace.
