• Faded Scents of lilac and rosemary
    among the Sunflowers They plead with Secrets;
    That Match with the wheat fields painted golden Yellow,
    A sunsirse over the picnic tables that rest outside;
    Of the house We live, holds so many memories we wont dare to count
    All the events that have happened here, within the wheat fields of a golden yellow Sunrise.
    Birds nest in a tree that we call life,Make a home,they make it right.
    All the advice, all of the hope, All of the dreams of Love we spoke.
    We know were here to laugh,to die, Kiss the earth, the Yellow Sunrise.
    It holds the memories, the ones that we share, Our family here and simple goodbye.
    It does not end our story or tale that rests in the home of the Wheat fields
    Painted a Golden Yellow, by the Earliest Sunrise.