A Lost Needle in the Ricefield

Here, I look at You.
The carpet of green ricefield spread their bright green stems praising Your enigmatic secrets. My eyes caught in their beauty. My heart touched by their majestic strength covered by a fragile appearence.
I am stunned. As if I have become a needle lost among them. Who can find me in this lost?
Maybe the only one who can do is You.

Maliana city (Timor-Leste), 24/4/2018