Fields of amber waves sway, Wind whispers secrets to the grain, Golden sunlight streams down, Harvest breathes life into the soil, As the horizon hugs the earth, A tapestry of abundance unfolds.
- Lola Ridge
Fields of amber waves sway, Wind whispers secrets to the grain, Golden sunlight streams down, Harvest breathes life into the soil, As the horizon hugs the earth, A tapestry of abundance unfolds.