In fields where sunlight softly lays,
Gold whispers secrets of ancient days.
A tapestry of shimmering light,
Weaving dreams in the heart of night.

Leaves of gold in autumn’s breath,
Dance with life, defying death.
Their gentle rustle, a lullaby,
Underneath the vast, golden sky.

Rivers of gold in sunset’s glow,
Reflecting worlds we long to know.
A mirror of hopes, pure and bright,
Guiding souls through the endless night.

Oh, golden dreams that never fade,
In your embrace, all fears are swayed.
Eternal beauty, forever told,
In the silent song of gold.