I found fire.
Ripples of gold.
Wish to transpire.
A Sun, behold.
Yellow and bright.
Eyes a blue sky.
Horizons in sight.
In fields of rye.
I found fire.
Ripples of gold.
Wish to transpire.
A Sun, behold.
Yellow and bright.
Eyes a blue sky.
Horizons in sight.
In fields of rye.
