01/11/2024
In a homestay tucked where rivers flow,
Near a calming pond where soft winds blow,
Lies the orchard, spiked and rare,
With durian’s scent upon the air.
Golden fruits in husks of thorn,
Waiting there each quiet morn.
By the fish pond, peaceful, still,
Nature’s gifts the senses fill.
A daring taste for those who seek,
Soft and sweet, yet bold and unique.
In this orchard, life slows down,
Where village charm and peace are found.
