Golden fields under the amber sun,
Whispers of wind through rows of corn.
Hands toil in the earth, hearts one,
A season of reaping, a time reborn.
Apples blush in the orchard’s glow,
Pumpkins rest in their humble pride.
The land’s gifts in a steady flow,
Nature’s wealth, our lives beside.
Songs of harvest fill the air,
Joy in labor, a shared delight.
Baskets brim with fruits to share,
Harvest moon, a guiding light.
In the twilight, dreams take flight,
Grateful hearts for the earth’s embrace.
Together we stand, in autumn’s light,
Cherishing the harvest’s grace.