In Fields of Gold, I Fade Away

"finding peace with mortality"

In fields of gold, I fade away,

an aging summer has brought me here.

The harvest has come, it is its time,

to walk amidst this rolling sea of grain,

it is my time, the fullness time, I shed no tear.

 

In fields of gold, I fade away,

my aging soul warmed by autumn glow,

a final kindness from the Harvest God,

to keep me from the wintry cold,

to reap quite gently what fate did sow.

 

In fields of gold, I now fade away,

walking ever deeper into its embrace,

like the grain I am one with earth,

like the grain I am one with sky,

in this field of life, I have found my harvest place.

 

 

 

The End

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