All those fall afternoons were the same, but i never got used to them. as far as we could see, the miles of copper-red grass were drenched in sunlight that was stronger and fiercer than at any other time of the day. the blond cornfields were red gold, the haystacks turned rosy and threw long shadows. the whole prairie was like the bush that burned with fire and was not consumed. that hour always had the exultation of victory, of triumphant ending, like a hero's death—heroes who diedyoung and gloriously. it was a sudden transfiguration, a lifting-up of day.
which two themes are conveyed by this passage?

the color of summer and memories of war

the glory of nature and of a young hero's death

the beauty of the prairie and hard work

the dangers of fire and prairie life