Subtle

Lying in the yellow fields of flowers, The breeze gently blows through the air, The sun spreads its golden rays, As the scent of nature fills the atmosphere.

The petals dance to the rhythm of the wind, The world fades away into a distant memory, As peace and tranquility settle within.

The mind is free to wander and dream, The vast open sky is a boundless canvas, As the soul is filled with limitless possibilities it seems.

These boots have traveled many a mile Through puddles and mud, and riverbanks wild But they still shine just as they did before Each step, reminding me to embrace life more So hold on tight to these yellow rainboots And let them be your reliable roots With every step, let them remind you to be bold And let your spirit shine, come rain or gold.

The fields of gold, an artist's dream, Blending perfectly with his pink regime, A picture of style and grace, A masterpiece that time cannot erase. So come, join this scene so fine, And let your senses intertwine, For here, amidst the fields of gold, Beauty and art forever unfold.