Harvest Intellect

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.