In the golden field, lights play,
Whispering winds sweep the day away.
The stones of memory, steady and strong,
Hold the roots of sturdy trees where dreams belong.

In shades, pause like a quiet rest,
To gather strength, to heal, to nest.
Stillness speaks, horizons call,
Life renews beyond the frame on the wall.

From the break, accelerate fate,
Living anew, a future create.
With charming shadow and golden blaze,
There is a bright path put in place.

• Initial: November 29, 2024