Whispers of the Golden Hour

Whispers of the Golden Hour

The sun spills gold across the sleeping ground,
Where little blades of grass dance without sound.
The world slows down, the noise disappears,
And time forgets the weight of passing years.
Somewhere between the darkness and the light,
A thousand dreams are waking in the night.
No words are needed, nothing left to say,
Just golden memories that refuse to fade away.
And for one moment, life feels here to stay.