By golden fields where daylight softly fades,Her laughter weaves with whispers of the wind.The earth holds still, as if it dares not move,To guard the glow of beauty passing by.

Upon the quiet pond, lilies bloom with light,Their silver glow reflects the tender sky.She lifts her hand, a breeze becomes her song,A fleeting dream that lingers in the soul.

Wisteria falls like a purple rain,Draping dreams across the timber beams.She stands in brightness, silk untied in the breeze,Her gaze a song, carried into distance.