Windswept Fields

Out beyond the bustling world, farm fields extend like memories, a patchwork quilt of green and gold. Windswept grasses dance, whispering tales of seasons past, a chorus that echoes through the air.

Sunsets bleed into horizons, while cicadas serenade the night, every heartbeat of the earth, a reminder of labor and love, where the roots of time run deep, and the soil cradles hopes anew.

• Cecilia Ludovica Morandini