Field Of Gold

The golden unending trees where long ray surprises with beam of dawn lights;
Where wind swaying soft and gentle move through the woods and dangling like breeze;
Where blue sky feel so timeless blurring over the hills.
We see bright blue and red Flanders beautifying the golden age like El Dorado;
Where red poppies sing color of life in the autumn field;
Where blue flanders owns up to glorify the meadow with calm, peace and positivity.
Now, the autumn field has shone into a bright day light.