Corridors of Fire and Gold
Oh what of these glorious feet will you fly?
Inhaling all your colors so brilliant they daze my eyes
Bushes of fire put a spell on your mind
If you gaze at them long enough you will find
The hand of the Lord came down and dusted the soil
Brushed to a golden earthly lemon foil
He turned raw scenery into a pastel picture
Where it hangs in its beauty as a relished fixture
What an illustrious way to reach your end
Go down with all the colors you send
How shortly forgotten your splendor will be
Blowing in the wind and sadly set free
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008
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