Here where the horizon breaks with whispers of twilight,
my heart wanders through golden blades, longing for the sublime.
The echoes of a laughter, lost to time,
trace ripples across this sacred expanse.
Do you see, where the sun kisses the earth,
they dance like flames made of dew and shadows?
We trace the edges of eternity,
each step a sonnet upon the soil.
In every breeze, a note, lingering,
pressed like a lover's sigh.
There's an eternity bound within moments here,
holding stories veiled beneath the morning mist.
Come, walk with me under these endless skies,
into the fields where reflection holds the world still.
A realm where passion meets the void,
and even silence speaks in scents of soil and bloom.