Golden fields where the wildflowers sway
Oh, and wonders lost in air
Whispers of wind, writhing lines on the air
Stories of nature beyond all fear
The pulling of a peel seems soft and free
In every leaf a quiet melody
Words like rivers flow through the land
Painting dreams with a gentle hand
Clouds drift by like poems on coal
Sunlight spills in hues of gold
Earth is a canvas, skies are the rhyme
Capturing verses untouched by time
The pulling of a peel seems soft and
free In every leaf a quiet melody
Words like rivers flow through the
land Painting dreams with a gentle hand
Silence the poet's heart will hum With every breeze a song will come
Dust on the verses stay
Fields will sing what words can't say
The pulling of a peel seems soft and
free In every leaf a quiet melody
Words like rivers flow through the
land Painting dreams with a gentle hand