Harvest Moon

Under the glow of the harvest moon, Fields shimmer like waves of gold, The night awakens with a gentle sigh, As nature’s story continues to unfold.

Amidst the wheat, the crickets sing, In rhythmic dance, they celebrate, The bounty of earth, the toil of hands, A moment to pause, to contemplate.

With each shining ray of silver light, The world is bathed in a soft embrace, In this nocturnal serenade, I find The beauty of life’s simple grace.

• Torrenti Orazio