A blessing quickwirte

   I the farm my grandpa have it is green and beautiful. The farm is growing rice, the one need a lot of water and through out our childhood, my, my dad's, even my grandpa's, it is always there. As green and fresh as before. The land is very big it is bigger than the whole PAS, i don't usually walk form one end to an other for its length is too wide for me, even now for i am growing up it is still a long distance. The plant of the rice will grow from as tiny as my finger, so tiny when the water went through i am afraid they will not survive, to as high as my waist. Than the tiny rice on the tip of the plant bend its waist to make sure the plant don't grow any taller than my waist. When they are just babies they light green but they are so tiny when you look out you see a lot of brown ground. In summer when they are nice and tall, they are dark green and it is the only thing you see when you look out to the land, a big pice  of land full of green grass that is as tall as a adult's thigh. Than when fall comes and the land turn to a golden dream and my grandpa will be happy to see the result of hard working all year.