Amidst the fields of golden wheat, A gentle breeze, a rhythmic beat.

The sun sets

low, the sky aflame, As nature hums its peaceful game.

The trees, they sway with graceful ease, Their leaves rustling, like a symphony. The
birds take flight, in perfect form, Their wings a blur, like a storm.

The flowers bloom, a vivid sight, A rainbow of colors, pure delight. Their fragrance
sweet, their petals soft, A beauty that never seems to exhaust.