Golden Flower
Golden flower,
in sweet mountain air
How do you fare?
This air so pure,
a natural high
Sweet golden flower
to you I must fly
Nestled in mountain stone,
sweet golden flower,
all alone
Only I can see,
its beauty
This mountain I comb,
looking for its home
For I am the honey bee
Golden flower
Hidden in stone,
far I must roam,
to find its home
High I must fly,
to detect its presence
Pure mountain air
Golden flower
Spreading its golden essence
Rock of grey,
sweet golden flower,
draws me in
with its irrisistable power
Drink I may
This I search
in the sweet mountain air
Among silver birch
Sweet golden flowers
among stone towers,
How do you fare?
Sweet mountain air,
full of golden presence
Sweet golden flower,
spreading its essence
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006
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