The Golden Fields Of Autumn
The Golden Fields Of Autumn
The golden fields of autumn
summer's drawing to a close.
She sits a while, the sun bowing down,
casually strikes a pose.
The world disappeared; all she could hear was the rustling of the trees.
Birds singing, crickets chirping,
the faintest whisper of a summer breeze.
Karina borrowed a day in her life, paused, just long enough to think.
Watched the most beautiful sunset spray the clouds,
burnt orange, and pink.
She thought about leaving it all behind,
to live alone with Mother Earth.
No nine to five, no traffic jams, no internet,
really - what is all that worth?
Money, clothes, makeup, none of these things mattered much out here.
She could be herself, the world fell silent,
her thoughts for once were clear.
Something changed as her soul
stepped out over that thin blue line.
The shutter clicked, her expression captured,
forever, in a moment of time.
Her virtue? as wholesome as the blade of grass hanging from her lips.
One beautiful memory, one solitary girl, who lives for moments like this.