Fields of Gold

From starlight skies that cover earth the rays approach at dawn,
The blanket stars then roll away as season sets the sun;

Yellow gold soon plays the light that spread on every range,
Fielded farms that glow and shine, now that is really strange.

A child of age then walk the field on high time of the noon,
And there he gaze the world beyond that stores a lot of room;

In spark of life that twinkle, even brighter than before,
For this youthful cast has a tale, to which he brave the yore.


Carol? I declare this unsuccessful…

Art: Fields of Gold by hangmoon

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