In the fields of gold at sunrise,
The world awakens with a sigh,
Each dawn a whisper, soft and sweet,
A gentle promise, where dreams meet.
With every step, my journey flows,
Through valleys deep where the wild grass grows,
I find my way in the morning light,
Where shadows fade and hearts take flight.
Here in the midst of nature's song,
I find my peace, where I belong,
The winds of change, a soothing balm,
Cloaked in the rhythm, it feels like a psalm.
Harmony dances in the quiet air,
A melody carried without a care,
With every note, my spirit soars,
As love surrounds and hope restores.
Each petal sways, each bird takes flight,
In the heart of this day, everything feels right,
I’ll wander far, beneath the endless skies,
Guided by stars, where the wild heart lies.
And when the time comes to rest my head,
I'll carry the memories of the path I've tread,
In fields of gold, with the sun on my face,
I find my journey, and in that, my grace.
So here beneath this endless dome,
I've found my peace, I've found my home,
In quiet harmony, my spirit's free,
Forever bound to these fields with me.
Folk
fields, sunrise, journey, peace, harmony