Tales of Forgotten Fields

In fields where time forgot its name,

Whispers linger in moonlit frame.

Shadows dance on ancient ground,

Where lost tales in silence are found.

Forgotten blooms in twilight's grace,

Hold memories in their embrace.

The wind, a storyteller old,

Sings odes of days grown cold.

Each step on this hallowed earth,

Echoes life and love's rebirth.

Tales of joy and grief unfold,

Beneath the skies of silver and gold.

In solitude, these fields reveal,

The heart's true story, ever real.