Fields of Gold

Fields aglow, a tapestry of life, each stalk a promise, whispering secrets of the sun.

Golden grains sway, a gentle waltz with the wind, as the earth’s breath infuses the air with sweetness, cloaked in the warm embrace of summer’s intimacy.

Colors flicker and dance, a mosaic of creation, beyond the horizon’s edge, a stretch of eternity beckons, a caress of nature’s soft hand.

And though the pace quickens, as harvest draws near, it is the quiet pulse of nature that endures within, a testament to life, a foreign yet familiar land.

— Umberto Boccioni

• Umberto Boccioni