Golden Fields

Fields of green and gold,

Shining in the sun.

Cascading in the wind,

The fields of wheat and flowers.

Hooves thundering on the ground, we run.

Over the golden fields,

shimmering under an endless blue sky.

You throw back your head

and make a joyful sound.

Through the golden fields,

sending wheat and wildflowers 

flying through the air.

The clouds whisper in our ears.

Free.

Here we run through the golden fields,

You by my side underneath the shimmering sun.