In a golden wheat field, where the sun dips low,
A girl with red hair lets her spirits flow.
Dressed in a gown that dances with grace,
She twirls in the twilight, a smile on her face.
With one arm raised high, she holds an umbrella,
Not for the rain, but for dreams to unfurl,
It catches the light, a vibrant display,
Reflecting her joy at the end of the day.
The breeze whispers secrets, the...