Golden Fields at Twilight

The sun dips low on the bending grain

Silk strings hum with the evening's refrain

Footsteps fade where the earth turns gold

A dance of shadows the wind has told

Lanterns flicker like fireflies

Calling home through the amber skies

Hands that sow now gather the yield

A silent prayer to the ancient field

Oh the harps cry sweet where the river's bend

A song of joy with a sigh to end

Golden whispers the dusk will keep

Till the moon rolls over the hills of sleep

Drums in the distance slow low beat

Marking time where the memories meet

One last glance at the fading light

The harvest bows to the coming night

Children chase through the scattered hay

Laughter lingers but won't stay

The soil remembers the seeds we threw

Now it cradles the dreams we grew

Oh the harps cry sweet where the rivers bend

A song of joy with a sigh to end

Golden whispers the dusk will keep

Till the moon rolls over the hills of sleep