Harvesting Dreams

In fields where twilight whispers gently breathe,
We gather seeds of dreams beneath the sky,
With hands well-worn, and hearts that still believe,
In every shade of dusk, a hope will lie.

Each grain we sow, a vision clear and pure,
Soft melodies of futures yet unseen,
Through seasons' dance, our spirits' depths endure,
And harvest yields a tapestry serene.

As moonlight weaves its silver threads of night,
Enlightening paths where doubt once cast its shade,
Our dreams take root, in whispered tones so light,
Through nature’s grace, our fears and tears allayed.

To harvest dreams is to embrace the wind,
To trust in hope, and let new journeys begin.