Harvest Intellect
Reflection
In the field of gold, where wisdom grows,
A maiden stands, with knowledge that glows.
Her eyes, like sapphires, shining bright and blue,
Reflect the sky, where thoughts and dreams accrue.
With glasses perched, a symbol of her might,
She gazes forth, into the light of day and night.
The house behind, a haven of the mind,
A sanctuary, where thoughts and dreams are aligned.
In this serene and peaceful landscape, she finds her place,
A balance between the world and her inner space.
A guardian of the harvest, a keeper of the land,
She tends the fields, with a gentle hand.
Her red dress flows, like the ripened grain,
As she watches over, the fruits of her domain.
With every glance, a story unfolds,
Of a life well-lived, with wisdom that never grows old.