When I Look Out the Window

I see the Mekong River, source of life, lined with houses perched on rickety wooden stilts,
A landscape covered with lush green flora, and
People lounging sleepily in hammocks.
Pagodas standing tall and proud, blazing with hues of red and gold,

Wandering cows, chickens and water buffalo alike,
Playing children who stop and stare, responding to my gaze with beautiful smiles, and
A hazy sky, the same one seen by people all over the world.