Poem
In golden fields where the wind whispers low,
A solitary soul finds its glow,
Under the red sun, a symbol of day’s end,
She meditates in silence, where peace extends.
Her gaze is downcast, deep in thought,
Each blade of grass, a story sought,
The sky ablaze with vibrant hues,
Revealing her dreams, her latent blues.
Solitude here is not a burden to bear,
But a gentle melody, an echo in the air,
Each breath of wind, a song of hope,
In this living portrait, she finds her scope.
