The fields are gold with the harvest’s grace,
Where the sun pours warmth on the ripened grain;
In this rich bounty, I know my place,
As love blooms bright in the soft refrain.

The scents of earth and the sunset’s glow
Bring forth the memories of simpler days;
In this farmland’s soul, my heart does flow,
And I am woven into nature’s ways.

• Ruth Dallas