The golden sun ignites the sky,
A whispered glow where dreams lie.
Through tangled trees and amber light,
The world is bathed in burning bright.

A river shimmers, soft and slow,
Reflecting flames in twilight’s glow.
The leaves, like embers, catch the hue,
A fleeting spark in autumn’s view.

Beyond the woods, beyond the sea,
The sun descends, wild and free.
And in this painted, fiery air,
The earth and sky breathe quiet prayer.