The fields hums a golden breath,
Dancing in the glow.

A heart finds gentle pause,
Where sunlight pools as rows.

While sky spills in boundless blues,
The light rests on blade.

The field unfolds in quiet hymn,
A dance of earth and braid.

As birds weave through the tides
The day folds into night.

The hush of earth lies deep,
As stars inherit light.


Penned by my hand on the 1st of Sarapin, in the year 987 AF.