Tranquil Reflections

In a field of gold, where sunbeams play, A maiden sits, lost in thought's sweet way. The gentle brook, a mirror to the sky, Reflects the beauty, as the day says goodbye. With book in hand, she reads with peaceful grace, As nature's serenade fills the tranquil space. The orange flowers, like whispers, sway, Dancing to the breeze, in a gentle way. In this idyllic scene, time stands still, As the world's din fades, and the heart's deep will Is nourished by the calm, and the beauty around, In harmony, the soul is gently found. The setting sun, a fiery glow, Casts a warm light, on the landscape below. A sense of peace, a feeling of rest, As the world's chaos, is gently repressed.