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 wheat sways and bends,

As shadows grow longer, and daylight descends.

She spins in the warmth of the suns fading glow, a moment of magic, where time moves slow.

In this tranquil haven, her heart takes flight.

A canvas of colors, where day turns to night.

With laughter like music and hope in her eyes,

She dances through dreams as the last daylight dies.

So here in the sunset, with the world at her feet,

She finds her own rhythm, her own hearts beat.

In a field of wonder, where beauty is free,

She embraces the moment, just her and the sea.