A sea of yellow

The field stretched across the plains, A sea of yellow sunrays reigns. Sparkling on the crests it glows, Of little hills of haystacks rows. Swirling and soaring across the fields, A sight that nature’s magic wields. On a throne of wheat and donning, A golden crown, it’s worth stunning. To honor the rich soil, Of crimson and umber, it’s beauty royal. The wind murmurs through the fields, A harmony of nature’s yields. The swaying of the wheat and hay, A tune that lifts us away. The sun dips on the horizon, A masterpiece of colors that’s dazzling. The field transforms into a canvas of gold, A sight that never grows old. The field stretched across the plains, A sea of yellow sunrays reigns. Sparkling on the crests it glows, Of little hills of haystacks rows. The sky above is splashed with hues, Of orange, pink, and purple blues. The clouds are stained with shades of red, As the sun slides below the horizon bed. The field is now a mosaic of colors, A sight that fills our souls with wonders. The beauty of nature is on full display, As we watch the colors melt away.